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Post by Phoenix on Sept 28, 2012 21:49:13 GMT -5
Flicking an ear as his apology, she responded briefly, "Don't apologize. Just remember." Everyone makes mistakes, She reminded herself, Some just make more, both in quantity and in size, than others. Sometimes she needed reminding of that fact, and other times it seemed that she would never be able to forget it. Everything depended on with whom she had to work. Compared to other cats of her clan, Granitepaw was more than tolerable. And she left it at that.
Granitepaw stepped past her and pale blue eyes locked on his form. He jerked his head, indicating where he planned to go, and Hailstrike made a small noise of understanding. She would keep an eye on her apprentice, of course, both to assess and make sure she knew where he was hunting; however, she also needed to concentrate on catching her own prey. It sounded like a daunting task, but Hailstrike was more than up to the challenge. In fact, she looked forward to it.
Paws lightly touched the ground as she set off, in the same general direction as Granitepaw, though it would lead her a little ways away from him. Jaws parted and she scented the air, listening intently. Ice blue eyes scanned her surroundings as the warrior tried to find the mouse she had smelled. Something moved and she zeroed in on it. Ah. There it is. Hailstrike lowered herself to the ground, amused at the irony of the situation.
Much like the rock, this mouse crouched in the shadow of a larger stone. As of now, it was oblivious to her presense, ignorantly snuffling around for food, and if everything went smoothly, Hailstrike would keep it that way. Mind churning, the warrior sized up the situation, briefly figuring out how to attack the small creature. She could mimic Granitepaw's swipe, a technique the warrior found herself utilizing every now and then. Though perhaps not as fast as his, her reaction time was fairly quick, due to her constant hunting. Unsheathed claws dug into the ground as she crouched there in the undergrowth. First, she needed to get closer.
Moving from rock to bush and back again, Hailstrike approached the mouse, which remained oblivious. It had actually moved out from under the stone, the she-cat noticed, when she studied the scene again. That only made her job easier. Readying for a pounce, the warrior bunched her legs under her, then leapt. Claws slashed and paws pinned the rodent, jaws following shortly after. It struggled, then was still, too startled to emit a cry. That kill done, Hailstrike briefly assessed her catch, as she always did. Fatter than that scrawny one from earlier, though almost anything could have been. It would satisfy an elder.
With practiced ease, she buried the mouse in a shallow hole, marking with with a small pile of pebbles. Then she looked around for Granitepaw, noticing him a little ways away. Copying her actions from earlier, she moved closer, crouched low, to watch.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 29, 2012 22:30:40 GMT -5
Granitepaw While his mentor had been in pursuit of a mouse, Granitepaw was presently trying his luck with a squirrel that had wandered far from it's tree in search of food, already stocking up for the winter. Pleased with his luck, the gray apprentice tried his best to make the most of it, crouching along steathily after the bushy-tailed creature. The advice he recalled when it came to squirrels, if he remembered correctly, was that they had to be hunted somewhere in between a rabbit and a mouse. They could feel you before they saw you, but if you weren't careful, they could also hear you before they saw you, and they were almost as fast as rabbits. Almost, but not quite.
The squirrel Granitepaw had set his sights on was biting off the top of what could've been a pine nut, Granitepaw wasn't entirely sure, it wasn't really relevant anyway. Still crouched low, the gray apprentice felt an unpleasant twinge in his leg as he slid forward just a little, using the cover from the rocks to keep his location a secret, and thus keep the squirrel unawares. Wait...wait...NOW! Despite the pressure on his old injury, Granitepaw sprang.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one.
A row of yellowish teeth snapped shut around the neck of the squirrel, bushy tail deadening, the pine-nut falling to the ground like a rain drop - and every hair on Granitepaw's pelt stood up and screamed, his mouth stretched wide in wordless shock. "F-F-FOX!" Granitepaw yowled, nearly slamming into the ginger creature as it took one look and snarled at him - intending to defend it's kill. "Shadeclaw hel--" The apprentice stopped himself mid sentence, memory catching up to him. Forget about that traitor! His conscious reminded him, Granitepaw letting out his best ferocious snarl. He didn't save you then, he's not coming to save you now.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 29, 2012 23:12:55 GMT -5
She scented it before she saw it. Foxes had a very distinct scent, completely different from a feline's. Alarmed, ice blue eyes left Granitepaw and scanned the area, looking for its slim figure. She inched closer to her apprentice, debating whether or not to warn him. The scent permeated the air, seeming to grow in intensity now that she was aware of it. Since his attention rested only with his prey, he did not. Every sense was on high alert and unsheathed claws dug into the ground as she rose up slightly to see over the undergrowth. Two things happened. She found the fox. Unfortunately, Granitepaw did as well.
His cry of alarm echoed out throughout the area, and she did not feel any irritation at the noise that definitely ruined any chances of hunting. Even his cut off cry for Shadeclaw's help, though noticed, was immediately shoved to the shadows of her mind. Instead, her pounding heart, which had jumped into her throat, distracted her. Without thinking, Hailstrike leapt out from her hiding spot in the grass, shoving off the ground with the powerful hind legs of a StoneClan warrior. A ferocious battle cry, fueled by a protective instinct she did not know existed, flew from her snarling jaws as she placed herself slightly in front of Granitepaw. Fur bristled along her spine, and she wasted no time striking at the canine with unsheathed claws, making herself the more important target. "Get back, Granitepaw!" Her command was sharp and held no room for any argument. This was out of his league. She was in shape. She was the stronger fighter. She stood a chance.
Claws flashed and jaws snapped at their target while the warrior danced and dodged as many of the fox's blows as she could. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she lunged repeatedly at it, ignoring the pain from the attacks that it did manage to land on her. The fox, while wanting to defend its prey, did not appear overly willing to fight. In the back of her mind, Hailstrike realized that it fought like a cornered animal, backed up between two rocks with no where to flee. She wondered how much it would take before the animal fled, and Hailstrike would be the victor in this battle. She had to be.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 30, 2012 11:41:40 GMT -5
Granitepaw Granitepaw felt like the world was suddenly falling away from him, and his paws trembled, and for an instant he thought it was some kind of earthquake - but then the back of his throat ran dry and he quivered right down to his tail-tip, realizing the earth was not the one shaking. He was. Was he about to lose another mentor? One lost to betrayal, the other lost to a fox? Oh StarClan, help me! The gray apprentice wailed, crouched low to the ground in fear as Hailstrike did most of the dodging, but for the ones that did land, she hurriedly gave as good as she got. Feeling an overwhelming fear that he would be alone again if he didn't do something, Granitepaw reacted on instinct, eyes glazed over with a look of battle-desperation.
Letting out his most intimidating war-call yet, Granitepaw crouched, hissing at the great vulpine creature and sprang just as he saw an opening - but again, it didn't go as planned. Already acting up because of the high-stress, high-pressure situation, Granitepaw's back foot had snagged against the ground again, ruining his otherwise perfectly executed leap so that the gray apprentice sailed forward and the top of his skull smashed right into the fox's nose.
Both creatures were equally as stunned - Granitepaw perhaps a bit more - and the fox staggered back, blood gushing from it's nostrils, undoubtedly seeing stars. Granitepaw climbed to his paws, trying to see through the double-vision. Did I get it? His fur stood on end as the fox suddenly charged him, and just as Granitepaw recoiled in shock to try and defend himself, the bloody fox jumped over him in a single bound on black-tipped feet, the bushy tail of the fox brushing the top of his head as it went past.
This was probably going down in StoneClan history as one of the weirdest hunting trips ever.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 1, 2012 5:54:52 GMT -5
The fox lashed out with a paw, and the swipe hit home. Claws dug into Hailstrike's shoulder and the force of the blow threw her back some. Twisting in the air, the righted herself, landing, albeit somewhat awkwardly, on her paws. Her own unsheathed claws dug into the ground as she leapt forward again, fully intending to get back into the fight before her opponent had a chance to turn its attention to her apprentice. A snarl left her jaws, and claws reached toward the fox, aching to repay the favor.
But it was not to be. Granitepaw, disobeying her very clear orders, had decided to take matters into his own paws. Seemingly imitating her actions, he leapt at the fox. But his leg caught on the ground again, and Hailstrike's heart skipped a beat right then and there. She could only watch as her apprentice fell in slow motion, unconsciously preparing herself to see a blood bath. But it was as if the fox had become that little rock-mouse. A sense of deja vu filled her once more as her apprentice's head crashed down on the fox's. Both creatures were stunned, and Granitepaw's attack - could she call it that? - obviously did some damage, as the fox fled shortly after.
The warrior pulled to a stop before her momentum could force her into her apprentice. The warrior pulled to a stop before her momentum could force her into her apprentice. Hurting Granitepaw anymore was the last thing that she wanted to do. His collision with the fox had not been soft nor gentle, and while she was relieved that the creature had simply turned tail and fled, her apprentice really did not need anymore injuries. Business-like, she ran her eyes over her dazed apprentice's form. Apart from his leg and what would most likely become a headache, she figured that the young tom would be alright. His only attack had been his flailing trip, and the fox had seemed too startled to retaliate. He would be fine; besides, Hailstrike did not want to start babying the tom. Pulling herself together and forcing the bulk of the worry from her mind, she asked briefly, "That collision looked hard; are you alright?"
With that resolved, anger replaced worry, or perhaps it was a different form of the same emotion? She didn't know. All she knew was that Granitepaw had disobeyed her express orders, and even if everything ended up fine this time, that did not excuse his actions. He could have died very easily, almost did in fact. Hailstrike's whole presence shifted as she realized this, becoming steely with a cold anger. Reining in her emotions and keeping them on a tight lead, the she-cat spoke slowly, each word deliberate, "I expressly told you to stay back, Granitepaw, and I know you heard me. Tell me, then, why you felt that it was wise and necessary to jump into the fight? That fox was at least twice your size, healthy, and infinitely more experienced at fighting. Do you realize how easily you could have been killed? Do you realize how close you came to losing your life? Granitepaw, if that had happened then StoneClan would have lost a very talented warrior, and I would have lost my apprentice."
She paused, then continued in a calmer, more composed voice, "I believe in, actually encourage, independent thinking, there is a time and place for it, just like everything else in this world. Sometimes cats have to listen to their betters, and that does not stop when someone becomes a warrior either. I listen to Falconleap and Fallingstar, and I trust in their judgement." Hailstrike's voice trailed off as she tried to find the words to explain the lesson she was trying to teach. "In short," She decided briefly, "You have to learn the distinction between when it is alright to break the rules - yes, some situations require it - and when it is better to listen to your superiors. In this case, it would have been better to trust me; I had the situation under control and I would not have let that fox anywhere near you. By attacking it, you put yourself in unnecessary danger and undermined my intentions in one move. A clan doesn't need cats who will take unnecessary risks and not listen to their superiors. Do you understand?" Hailstrike was adamant that Granitepaw learn this distinction; it was a very important one, in her mind, and if a cat was not able to understand it, then they challenged the foundation of clan life.
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Post by Fawn on Oct 1, 2012 16:33:33 GMT -5
Granitepaw It felt as though someone was pushing thorns into his brain through his ears, and Granitepaw let out a raspy mew when his mentor had asked if he was alright - he'd been miliseconds away from asking her the same thing, but that's when the lecture started. Granitepaw winced, his shoulders hunched as he let his head lower instinctively, tail lifeless behind him. She thinks I did it because I wanted in on the action, doesn't she? He hadn't done it because he wanted to prove himself, he hadn't done it to overcome his leg injury.
"I didn't want to lose another mentor!" At last the young tom blurted, and instantly he averted his eyes, feeling a mixture of humiliation over how easily he'd become attached to the older, dependable she-cat in such a short amount of time and guilty that he'd caused more trouble than he'd ever wanted to. "I'm sorry Hailstrike, I didn't mean to undermine your authority or make it harder for you to protect me," this time, Granitepaw had lost that robotic, clipped method of speaking that he had adopted ever since his incident with Shadeclaw, never letting his emotions touch the surface. This time, he couldn't hide it even if he tried. "Warriors have died from fox attacks, and I couldn't just sit back while you attacked it all by yourself!" Granitepaw's ears pressed flat against his skull - which didn't make it feel better - letting out a quiet sigh. "You're one of the best warriors in the whole Clan, Hailstrike, but a fox is still a fox, and I didn't want you to get killed or permanently injured because I was too cowardly to help you when you needed it." Isn't it better to die a brave warrior than to live as a coward who doesn't deserve to be a part of a Clan?
Granitepaw would've searched Hailstrike's eyes for the answer, but her sensibility and her calm, explanation of the distinction between unnecessary risks, the price of those risks and when it's appropriate to do a little rule-bending had him hanging his head in shame. He truly hadn't meant her any harm, but his own fear of being left alone as well as the moral code who's compass had been fixed into an iron point thanks to Shadeclaw's betrayal, hadn't let him just sit back as he was told. Quietly, Granitepaw stole a glance at Hailstrike's shoulders. "We should...see the Medicine Cat?" [/color] He mewed with hesitation, whiskers twitching. [/blockquote]
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 1, 2012 17:09:15 GMT -5
Granitepaw's outburst struck a chord in Hailstrike that had not been struck in a very long time. It reverberated through her, creating two very strong emotions as it spread throughout her consciousness. Her tail, which had been lashing in irritation and worry, suddenly stilled by her side.
This had been the first, real outburst of emotion she had seen in Granitepaw all day, and it was probably the first one he had made since that tom betrayed him. That in itself told Hailstrike that she was making progress, slowly manuevering herself in and around that shield he had created, even if that had not been her original intention. His actions, she realized now, were based off of fear of losing another mentor. They spoke for themselves, and she found herself oddly pleased and touched that the young tom was capable of trusting again, or at least showed signs of wanting to. He was healing, slowly, but he was healing. And that was the important part.
However, his words made her think of the cat she might have been during the last moon of her apprenticeship. Her own mentor, Owlclaw, had died in a rockslide, the very same one that had wounded her leg, in fact. She had not thought about the loss in a very long time, and it dug up emotions she would rather have left buried. After long weeks in the medicine cat's den, she had been all too eager to leave camp; her new mentor, Leafheart, had fussed and worried. She had not appreciated the mothering and pity. But if Leafheart was being attacked by a fox, would she have leapt in to help with the same good intentions? Hailstrike was not sure whether she liked the honest answer.
Breaking away from her thoughts, the warrior nodded to Granitepaw. "You have made valid points," She conceded, and it did not hurt her pride as much as she thought it might. "I realize now that you were not looking for the glory that tends to accompany defeating foxes... And," Here, her voice became quiet, "I thank you for caring about me, but sometimes you may just have to trust me." She met Granitepaw's eyes. "If I had gotten permanently injured from this attack, remember that your inaction would not have been considered cowardly, by me at least. I chose to deny any help when I told you to stay back, and any sensible cat would see that that fox would have made crowfood out of you. I would never have held that against you, and should the situation arise in the future, I never will. Right now, it is my job to protect and train you so that you can protect and train the future generations. It's not the other way around." Her quiet tone lightened some, and she flicked her tail as she added dryly, "Besides, if I am, as you say, 'one of the best warriors in the whole clan', then I think I should be able to handle a little trouble myself." But no malice rested behind the words.
In the silence that followed, with him studying his paws, Hailstrike became aware for the first time of the stinging sensation littered across her body. The focal point was her most recent wound, the one on her shoulder, but she could feel other slashes around it. They should head back while Granitepaw could still walk and before they ran into anymore foxes. It seemed that the young tom had had the same idea as her, and Hailstrike nodded, "I believe that would be the wisest course of action. Let's collect our prey and head back."
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Post by Fawn on Oct 2, 2012 16:38:23 GMT -5
Granitepaw Hailstrike's serious nature, the fact that she took her job as mentor to him took young Granitepaw by surprise. It kept catching him off guard, that she was so incredibly different from Shadeclaw, an easy-going tom with a lazy drawl but a mind as sharp as Demon's claws, and at first he had been reluctant and weary of such change... But now he was warming up to it, little by little. I might even start looking forward to training again. Mused the stone-colored apprentice, and he gave the tiniest of smiles when Hailstrike had turned away from him, Granitepaw pushing forward to help collect their prey. There was still a guarded, broken part of him that was heavily reserved towards his Clanmates, fearful of getting scalded again, but at least this time, as he went to retrieve the squirrel the fox had killed (even if it hurt his pride, it was foolish to leave it behind when there were many mouths to feed) before their fight, Granitepaw wasn't looking at Hailstrike like a probable future enemy anymore.
Truth be told, he was feeling a bit worn out. Oddly...exhilerated, but worn out; the highs and lows of his own emotions had worn him out just as much as the fox-fight had, and his leg was twinging painfully, the tight-knit muscles stretched a little too much today, not to mention he probably had a bump on the top of his head from crashing into the fox. Granitepaw let out a slight snort through thick squirrel fur, leaping over a couple small rocks; I'm not the kind of cat who likes to tell stories, but this one... Granitepaw stole a side-glance at Hailstrike, wondering if she was having similar thoughts. Maybe after I'm a warrior, I'll tell everybody about how I head-butted a fox and sent it running. It might have less of an impact on my reputation by then.
Not that he had much to begin with, but something was telling Granitepaw that so long as he stuck by Hailstrike, his life would most certainly never be boring.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 2, 2012 21:20:58 GMT -5
Though she still kept tabs on her apprentice's location, Hailstrike moved off a bit to collect the mouse she had caught before the fox attack. It took her a moment to remember the general area she had come from, but once that issue was settled, the small pile of pebbles that marked the spot was not hard to find. With a paw, she shoved them aside and scooped out the stiff little body. Picking it up in her jaws, Hailstrike glanced around for Granitepaw, whom she noted held the squirrel. Tail flicking, she padded over to join him.
The events of the day appeared to be catching up with Granitepaw as his adrenaline died, and the she-cat could empathize with him, understanding very well the crash that followed an exciting day with high emotional levels. In fact, now that her heartbeat slowly returned to its normal pattern, Hailstrike suffered from the same feeling of emotional exhaustion. Of course, she had more experience handling it and ignoring it than her apprentice; however if every one of their hunting patrols included an attack from a fox or other predator, Hailstrike was not so sure how well she would hold up from the emotional strain. She would probably find herself in the elder's den faster than she had originally planned. The she-cat supressed the shiver that ran through her at that thought. Hopefully their other patrols would be a little more low-key, a little more normal. And perhaps a tad bit more successful. Three pieces of prey was not nearly as much prey as the warrior had hoped they would catch, but she had not planned on a fox attack either.
Lightly, she tapped Granitepaw on the shoulder to attract his attention as they walked in silence. She lead him over to the first kill he had made in a long time and shoved away the dirt over it. A critical eye ran over the squirrel, wondering if she should just take it since the squirrel was a decent size. However, her own memories stopped her from immediately doing so. Vividly, Hailstrike remembered the pride she felt at catching her own prey and later bringing it back to camp. Especially with this trip as Granitepaw's first time out of camp in a while, she did not want to rid her apprentice of this chance. It was generally a good self-esteem booster. Freeing her mouth as she placed her own mouse at her paws, Hailstrike asked, "Do you think you can handle both the mouse and the squirrel? It's your catch." She gestured with her tail toward the small rodent. "Or would you like me to carry it?"
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Post by Fawn on Oct 3, 2012 22:25:12 GMT -5
Granitepaw Granitepaw answered her by setting down the squirrel first, then picking up the mouse by it's back leg, his jaws parting just slightly as he crouched down and gathered up the squirrel too. "goh ith," [/color] He meowed roughly, his enunciation failing thanks to the two pieces of prey in his mouth. Granitepaw felt a bit... weak carrying back a squirrel he hadn't even caught himself, but the apprentice had no intention of letting the Clan starve for the sake of his pride. A cool wind blew across StoneClan territory, and the warrior-to-be silently wished his warmer winter coat would start coming in now, the dense short gray fur covering him now not quite enough to withstand the brisk autumn winds. It's only a hint of what's to come, furball. Just tighten your jaw and deal with it. The reasonable part of him silenced his inner whining, and Granitepaw quickened his pace to catch up with Hailstrike, already able to picture the StoneClan camp and all the familiar faces he'd come to...appreciate. The stony apprentice was still heavily guarded, like the river that run through RainClan, he was now frozen over, and would take a while still to thaw out completely. But today there had been progress. Today there had been danger, there had been success, and there had been fear. But at least today, he had been able to think of other things than the nightmare he'd experienced almost 2 moons ago. There was something new that was dogging his mind now, and that was the injury he'd sustained and had mostly recovered from. Though he held the Clan in slightly higher regard than the others, a suspicion had taken over his mind, a suspicion that they all suspected him a fool for believing Shadeclaw's lies, or perhaps thought him a dim-witted accomplice, or perhaps they no longer cared if he lived or died anymore... However, Granitepaw wasn't going to vanish into the background; even if he was by no means eager to call attention to himself, he was willing to bring his leg back up to full function, even if it took a hundred nights doing exercises or catching mice until he dropped from exhaustion. He had no intention of becoming a legendary warrior, of climbing the ranks in StoneClan; he wasn't even sure he wanted his own apprentice someday. But what Granitepaw did want to do, was pick himself up out of this rut, dust himself off, and at least become someone his parents - no his mother - could be proud of. Dustclaw, the father of Granitepaw, didn't have a particularly loving relationship with his son, they were awkward around each other, perhaps too similar to really get along, their personalities incompatible, and Dustclaw had been absent in Granitepaw's life ever since Lilystripe and Slatekit had died of Greencough. Still, he did have someone he was slowly becoming willing to work hard for. She was by no means his blood relative, but she had placed a small crack in the usually air-tight armor he'd put around himself. The fact that she'd even tried meant more to him than he could ever tell her. [/blockquote]
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 6, 2012 12:23:23 GMT -5
An ear twitched in amusement as she watched Granitepaw perform his careful balancing act, managing to hold on to both the squirrel and the mouse. It would make their trip back to camp slightly slower, since he would have to pay attention to not losing the catches, but Hailstrike could deal with that. As a cold wind blew through the area, she started off, shivering slightly.
Her main thought was about the ease with which Granitepaw had returned to training. He had not moped around very long once they left camp, and she recognized the effort he put into relearning some of the hunting techniques. He took her advice into account, and already Hailstrike could see the improvement. If he kept this up, Granitepaw would become a very valuble asset to StoneClan. But more importantly, his mind was distracted from thoughts of his former mentor. With his attention focused on hunting, Granitepaw had no time to dwell on the past; furthermore, he would not doubt collapse tonight from all of the excitement and exercise. Training was good for him, activity and distractions were good for him. She wondered how no cat could have seen that before and done something to provide those distractions. But she had noticed now, and she would not let Granitepaw mope around; the experience would have to be addressed in the future, probably, but that was still a long ways off. For now, keeping Granitepaw too busy to think would be fine. All in all, Hailstrike was very satisfied.
However, they did need to work on strengthening his leg. She did not want to push it or him too hard, as he was reaquainting himself with exercising, but Hailstrike would not let it keep tripping him up. While it may not go back to what it used to be, Granitepaw's leg could improve a great deal. Tail flicking, the warrior considered various ideas for reaching that mark.
They walked in silence, and when she glanced over occasionally at her apprentice, the warrior noticed that he too seemed lost in thought. Idly, she wondered what he was thinking, if he was replaying the day's events in his head or if he was considering the future like she was. Startled, Hailstrike realized just how much she wanted Granitepaw to succeed, to fight against what life had thrown at him. She could only help him so much - the rest was up to him - but she wanted him to win. Who knew that one day with her new apprentice would provoke such a strong feeling in her?
Upon reaching the camp, the warrior led her apprentice over to the pile, dropping her mouse on it. Irritation sparked within her at the sight of the scrawny, half sized mouse from earlier that day, but she did not let it bother her as much. Turning to Granitepaw, the warrior instructed, "Go see Crowfang and make sure that your head is fine. I'll not have you collapsing on me tomorrow because of something that could have been prevented. Then you are free to do as you please. I suggest you get a good night's sleep tonight." Hailstrike dipped her head at him before turning back to the entrance, beginning to pad away. There were borders needing to be patrolled. Over her shoulder, she meowed quietly, "Good job today, Granitepaw. You did well."
OOC: closed. Awesome rp.
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