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[smear:87CEFF]Heronpaw[/smear:FAF0E6]

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Brilliant blue eyes, of the very same blue as her mother's, flicked open to the sound of early morning birds. The scent of air, crisp, chilly and fresh pulled into her lungs as her chest expanded, head snapping up as she scattered bits of her nest. Excitement coursed through her veins, instantly wiring the young she-cat. It shouldn't be surprising that her next motion was to spring straight out of her nest, her sleep-clumsy paws barely managing to keep her upright. She tried to avoid waking any of the other apprentices, but with this cream and ginger she-cat, that was always a distinct possibility.

Half-bursting, half-tripping through the entrance to the apprentice's den, Heronpaw's blue eyes blinked rapidly against the light of the early morning sun. Did she make it? Did she wake up early enough today? Oh she hoped so... Her eyes desperately scanned the camp, looking for any signs of life. It was here that she noticed movement up near the leader's den. For a brief moment, all her breathing ceased as she focused herself on that spot. Broad shoulders pushed out into the sun, light reflecting off his sand-brown coat. She watched as his pale amber eyes raked the camp, as his ears pricked to listen to the surroundings. This was Hawkstar.

This was her father. Pride swelled in her chest as she watched her powerful father step forward on his perch to greet to small group of cats gathered below. She couldn't hear the words exchanged, but she didn't care. She could imagine Hawkstar's deep voice as he spoke, the strength behind his meow. She couldn't imagine being part of any other Clan. Her pale rump lowered to the ground, tail wrapping over her paws as she contented herself in her observatory position.

She became so wrapped up in the events unfolding before her that she didn't really register when the group mobilized. The Dawn Patrol was leaving. It wasn't until pale amber eyes at the head of the patrol met hers that she seemed to become aware of herself once more. Starting slightly, she watched as her father briefly excused himself and bounded in her direction. "Heronpaw? Are you alright?" There was the deep voice she'd been imagining earlier. Standing up to greet him, she purred happily and touched noses with the large tom. "Daddy! I just wanted to watch the Dawn Patrol leave. I've missed it the last few days."

The bigger tom looked at her curiously before chuckling. "I can't say I've heard of many apprentices who want to be up early enough to catch the Dawn Patrol." A wide grin spread over the young she-cat's mouth. "Well, I'm not any old apprentice! I'm your daughter!" A warm look crossed the StoneClan leader's face as he let a slight rumbling escape his throat. Bending to lick the top of Heronpaw's head, the broad-shouldered tom replied gently. "That you certainly are. Try to get a little more sleep, Heronpaw. You don't want to be tired when Eagletalon takes you out for your training."

Stepping back, he smiled at her. "The Dawn Patrol is waiting for me, so I should leave." At his words, she leapt forward, so she could bury her nose in his fur again. "I love you, Daddy!" She relaxed as his nose pressed to her shoulder gently. "And I love you, Heronpaw." Whispering her goodbye, Heronkit watched as her father began padding away. He paused, just briefly, a few foxlengths away to glance over his shoulder. "And if you find yourself unable to sleep, why don't you see if the elders need anything this morning." And then he was gone.

The young she-cat winced slightly. Her father was far too quick. She'd never once thought about going back to her nest. Letting her rump flop back to the ground, she huffed slightly and began tracing little patterns in the dirt with her claw. She found herself wishing for someone, anyone to come and distract her. She wanted to do something exciting! The fresh morning air was exhilarating to her! She had far too much energy to go around serving the elders!

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[Fawn]

[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]

56 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan

A well-known fact was that Eagletalon enjoyed taking the night watch; why? Because he would get the opportunity to sleep in for another hour or two longer than the other warriors assigned to the regular patrolling schedule, when the Dawn Patrol eventually left to relieve him of his duties. Those extra hours of shut-eye were valuable to him, and he'd joke that he needed all the beauty sleep he could get now that he was starting to get up there in moons. What was equally important to him, however, was his apprentice—particularly one that was more like a niece then any cat had ever been previously.

Wholeheartedly adopting Hawkstar's brood as his own (romance had never really been written in the stars for Eagletalon), he forewent his early-morning nap to sidle over to the pale flame-pointed she-cat, cheerfully greeting her in true avuncular fashion. "You're up quite early, Heronpaw. Got all that extra energy to burn, huh?" The sand-coated, scarred warrior bent his head to lick down a tuft of fur behind her ear, wearing a roguish sort of smile. "I'll bet Hawkstar told you to tend to the elders, if I know your father just as well as I think I do. Instead, how about I show you how to hunt birds?" It wasn't the easiest place to start, when it came to easiest prey for a new apprentice to hunt, but Eagletalon couldn't help himself.

He was eager to give Heronpaw as many opportunities to flourish and develop her talents as he could manage. Slim tawny tail waving, Eagletalon signaled for her to follow him to the camp entrance, the moss meadow in mind for a prime beginning point. He never got tired of training apprentices; never. There was just something about teaching a young cat the ropes, the way the Clan works and helping them realize there's more to being a warrior than just getting your name known around the forest, that Eagletalon found value in.

Without any kits of his own, without any blood family left, he had begun to see the importance of the cats who were still in his life, as well as the ones who'd just entered it. I'll catch some shuteye later, he reasoned, shaking any remnants of drowsiness from him with a casual toss of his fur, glossy pelt rippling in the sunlight. Training came first.

Word Count: 396 Words
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[Hellion]

Hawkfall

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Hawkfall woke just as the dawn patrol was heading out, one of his clanmates had accidentally brushed his nose which always woke the tom. He blinked his green eyes a few times before rising up and stretching within his nest. The soft snoring threatened to lull him back to sleep but instead the rumble of his stomach had the brown tabby exiting the warrior den. Out in the camp he caught the tail end of the dawn patrol and a certain young apprentice saying goodbye to her father. A small twinge of jealousy flickered in the heart of Hawkfall. He had most of the greenleaf season to deal with his own family problems, or the lack of when considering he wasn't in his birth clan.

It had taken the tom some time to adjust and realize that he didn't have to beat himself up for his parents choices, only his own. Hawkfall made his nest and he was happy to sleep in it. The jealousy that flickered was geared more toward his relationship with his family. It was like they didn't care if he was alive or dead, perhaps there was truth on why cross-clan relationships were forbidden.

Turning his attention away from the young apprentice he headed toward the freshkill pile only to find it void of anything he liked. Despite his namesake he enjoyed the taste of small bird that many of his Clan mates caught. Turning back he thought of heading out to catch a bird or two to eat later when he caught a conversation between Eagletalon and Heronpaw. The word bird caught his attention and his head turned to follow his ears.

Hawkfall edged himself closer to the pair and walked up to them. "Would you mind if I joined?" He waited there for a reply, flicking his thick furred tail. Hopefully his new found faith in his clanmates would prove worth it.

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I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore
All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?
It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?

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[smear:87CEFF]Heronpaw[/smear:FAF0E6]

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The unmistakable sound of pawsteps was her first indication that the silence around her would soon be broken. A small flutter of hope ignited in her stomach as she slowly turned her head to face the sound, hoping to spot someone exciting coming her way. StarClan did not disappoint her this time, for the scarred warrior she locked eyes with was probably one of the most exciting cats in all of StoneClan. At least to the pale, cream-and-white apprentice. Her blue eyes lit up as she sprung to her paws so that she might greet her mentor just a fraction earlier than if she'd remained seated.

"Uncle Eagletalon!" She exclaimed, purring as she touched her nose to his shoulder. She even allowed him to smooth down some of her fur with his tongue. "There's just so much to see in the morning! And the air smells so fresh, it makes me feel like I could run to LightningClan and back again!" When Eagletalon brought up Hawkstar's suggestion without even hearing him in the first place, the StoneClan apprentice winced. She didn't have the opportunity to groan, however, for Eagletalon made his own suggestion as to how she might spend these morning hours.

Her blue eyes went as wide as the moon in that moment. She could feel pure excitement rip through her body, causing her to bound straight up into the air. "Bird hunting?!" She half-squealed, half-exclaimed, only to realized that Eagletalon was already on his way to the camp entrance. Paws skittering in an attempt to find traction, Heronpaw trip-ran in the same direction as her mentor. Her heart hammered excitedly against her chest as she gained control of her paws once more. Her tongue, however, was another story. "Birds? Oh StarClan, this is going to be great! What kind of birds will we catch? Are they big? I can take them, I know it! I'll jump higher than any other apprentice yet, like this!"

She was part way through her leap when Hawkfall approached the pair of them. Landing awkwardly, she shook out her coat, and her embarrassment. She could do ridiculous stuff in front of her uncle, and feel fine; he meant the world to her. But as soon as someone else saw her antics, she felt silly. Playing it as though hadn't just done that, she waved her tail in greeting to the warrior, before glancing over at Eagletalon. She didn't really mind company, but the choice was Eagletalon's. At least in her mind.

Fawn , Hellion

[Fawn]

[smear:dbb623]EAGLETALON![/smear:cc380a]

59 Moons // Tom // Senior Warrior // StoneClan

Hawkfall wants to tag along? What surprised him wasn't the fact that his Clanmate was what others called 'Half-Clan' or an 'outsider', it was that Hawkfall would find a training session to be all that interesting—though Eagletalon considered himself to be one heck of a teacher. "Happy to have you along, Hawkfall." The senior warrior nodded encouragingly, sparing a wily grin for his niece as she bopped and dithered around him like a jackrabbit in a tizzy. "We're hunting cardinals. You've seen them, Heronpaw? Bright red feathers. They're one of the few birds that stick around during leaf-bare. And unfortunately for them, red feathers is a bad thing to have in this season."

Not about to be outdone by the much younger, probably-more-spry Hawkfall, Eagletalon waved his tail in signal to follow, and led the youngsters out into StoneClan's scrubland. There wasn't much to identify the moss meadow with; the distinctive soft bed of moss underpaw was covered by a thick layer of snow, but the occasional tall weed that the cold hadn't killed poked up through. "It's not much to look at," mewed Eagletalon. "But this is the moss meadow. When everything thaws in the spring, we'll be coming here for battle training." Eagletalon looked to Hawkfall. "Now, we're looking for cardinals. Can you suggest anyplace, Hawkfall?"

It was a good idea to ask him. Not that Eagletalon doubted Heronpaw's enthusiasm to learn, he also wanted to show his apprentice that even the 'boring' lessons had relevance.

Word Count: 250 Words
Tags: Hellion , BlooRey DVD
Notes: short short short. Sorry guys! and I tried to incorporate leafbare into it. I can change it back if it causes any timeline problems.