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REDPAW of StoneClan
09 Moons. Tom. Apprentice

The ginger tabby tom made his way from the apprentice den. He was in no mood to listen to the bickering from Firecloud's kin. Redpaw flicked his tail in slight irritation at that. Those apprentices of Firecloud's were always fighting, even he didn't fight with his family that much. But then, maybe if he had some brothers or sisters he would right? Redpaw wouldn't know really. The ginger tabby sighed lightly and he laid down where he lay. He wondered all the time to see what it would have been like to have been born with living siblings.

He knew that his two other siblings had been still born, that was not kept a secret from him. It pained him to think that he had been the runt AND the only living kit. Being the runt, he thought that he would not have made it, but he beat those odds, at the cost of his brother and sister, or at least, that is what he always thought. His mother and father didn't give names to the still forms of his siblings, for they didn't want to make that even worse on them, or even on Redpaw.

He jumped though when he heard someone behind him and he looked over to see another cat.

[Phoenix]

BEATEN AND BROKEN AND CHASED FROM THE LAND

After his abrupt graduation from apprentice to warrior, Ospreywing had enjoyed something of a celebrity status in StoneClan; he had, after all, bested every other apprentice in the battle competition of the new Apprentice Games. Charming as ever, he had offered – for once – truly genuine smiles to those around him, for he could hardly hide the pride he felt at his accomplishment. But the source of his satisfaction was not what most might believe. He would be immortalized as the first winner of the Games, but the results meant so much more to him than glory. It meant that his fighting skills were improving at a rapid rate and that he was better than all of his peers. Though Rookfrost and Whiteshade were far more talented than the almost-warriors with whom he had, until recently, shared a den, Ospreywing was one step closer to avenging his parents. But no one needed to know that.

Thankfully, life seemed to have returned to normal as the excitement regarding his very public warrior ceremony faded away. The tuxedo tom liked playing the game – and had found, much to his enjoyment, that he was fairly good at it – but extended periods of time under the scrutiny of others began to strain his mask. Though he was, ostensibly, the last cat who would turn away the company of others, he did appreciate moments that he had to himself, when he could drop the charm and the smile and simply be himself: overall the same cat, but perhaps slightly more broken than before. Not that he would ever admit it, not even to Skunkpaw. They were close, but some secrets belonged to him alone.

With musings of his sister, who had grown more distant since he had moved out of the den, filling his mind, he settled down on the edge of camp, giving little thought to the ginger and white form beside him. Only when Redpaw jumped, clearly startled by his arrival, did Ospreywing cast a glance in his direction. An amused smile rose to his lips. “Sorry about that, Redpaw. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Ospreywing | StoneClan | Warrior | Night of the Hunter - 30 Seconds to Mars

PLEASURE TO MEET YOU BUT BETTER TO BLEED

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REDPAW of StoneClan
09 Moons. Tom. Apprentice

It wasn't that he was scared, it was more of the fact that he was just startled. He hadn't expected anyone else to come this way, which would probably explain why he was so good at being alone. But then, the lack of family does that too. But when the tuxedo cat sat next to him, it did startle the ginger and white tabby. But not for too long. He did purr lightly though. He knew who Osperywing was, he knew him when he was an apprentice. The tom had won the competition between the clans with battling and he was able to beat the rest of the competitors. Redpaw admired that about the other tom.

Redpaw did finally find his voice though and he nodded to the warrior. "No need to be sorry Ospreywing." He looked over to where most of the other apprentices sat and he sighed lightly. He should make new friends, most of them had either died or disappeared by now. So why not start now with the former apprentice. He looked back at Osperywing and he wrapped his tail around his body. "How does it feel to be a warrior now Ospreywing?" He asked the other tom then. He wanted to know if it was everything that he had dreamed of, and well, Redpaw was anxious to know if it was really what he had dreamed of as a kit.

Phoenix

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Apprentice of StoneClan || 6 Moons || Tom x profile x There was something fascinating about a newly made warrior. What made them so different from the apprentice they once were? Surely it wasn't just the name, something else had to have changed to bring them into their warrior status. Something mythical. It was a subject of great interest for the inquisitive apprentice and he watched Ospreywing from among a cluster of other apprentices. Though he sat with them and heard them chatter about he hardly took in a single word, so focused was he in his intense stare of the tuxedo tom. Even after a paw or two was waved in his line of sight he didn't blink nor falter from his observations and only when he heard his name did he abruptly stand up.     "Where are you going, Whitepaw?", he heard one ask but he continued to swiftly break away from the group to approach the warrior and Redpaw with resolute intrigue. He had just caught the tail end of Redpaw's question and a wry smile tugged at his whiskers, "Oh yes, what IS it like, Ospreywing? Do tell us." He turned, casting his eerie blue gaze towards Redpaw and his head jerked down in what might have been a nod of greeting, but with Whitepaw sometimes it was hard to tell. "And if I can say, I do like the name that Hawkstar chose for you. It's suiting."