[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 30 Moons

It had snowed all throughout the day, though it wasn't like the trouble making she-cat had been aware of that as she slept soundly until the rising of the moon roused her and the rest of her nocturnal brethren. In a need to stretch her legs, the impatient warrioress darted up and out of the cavern that housed Nightclan's camp to race through the snow covered pine forests under the cover of darkness. 

Until she was done, sides heaving as clouds of white billowed from her muzzle and her soft gray fur was chilly like that of the night air. Plume tail waving happily over her back, the dilute she-cat quickly turned to trot back home, following the paw-steps she had left in the white powder on the ground, like memories of where she came from. 

Flickering her feathered limb against the chin of lone guard in a harmless flirting motion, the slender feline made her way back down under ground falling onto the well worn path that opened into the wide, filled camp. The scent of Nightclan stronger here than anywhere else on their shadowy territory. 

In a playful, mischievous mood, as always, the young warrior captured the spotted pelt of her young apprentice over by the other apprentices. With a quick bounce upon her nimble paws, Graywolf gave a meow of excitement before dashing over to flop atop Bramblepaw as the younger she-cat attempted to groom her brown and white fur. 

"Bramblepaw! It's cold outside!" She gave a fake shiver while letting the chilly feel of her dull coat soak into her apprentices as she lay on her comfortably, though obviously not using her full weight so she didn't hurt the youngster. 

Waving her tail happily, mischievous green pools flickered with a light-hearted flame as she grinned down at the splotched apprentice that Graywolf had grown so fond of over the last few moons. It was like having a little sister that she didn't realize she wanted, and she loved every second of it. 

The sweet, familiar scent of her actual sister lifted that emerald gaze from Bramblepaw to see Crowflame near the warrior's den as a happy purr rose within the gray feline's chest. "Crowflame!" She called out, practically becoming the multi-colored warrioress over, an idea forming within the troublesome molly's mind within seconds. 

"Oh! What if we all go hunting, Crowflame you could bring Breezepaw along! A sister date!" Graywolf suddenly bounced to her paws, releasing Bramblepaw from the prison of being lightly trapped beneath her mentor. 

I'm Trouble, Y'all

430 Words || ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Taxx Ginger || Notes

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

you got that last dance look in your eyes

BrAmBlEPaW

nightclan she-cat 10 moons

The cream and brown she-cat could quite literally taste the crispness of the air as her eyes opened to her usual nightly world. For any ordinary cat the cave would have been cast in utter blackness, but the cats of NightClan were blessed with extremely keen night-sight. Her breath misted on the frosty air as she heaved herself to her feet, slipping out into the main cavern. The snow had not reached this deep underground, but she could see the layers piled up just at the top of the camp entrance. The stars themselves seemed merry, twinkling down upon the frozen landscape, suspended in the blackness of the sky like eyes in the dark. Instead of being ominous, it was immensely comforting. 

A memory of water gushing through that very same entrance and spilling sinuously into the camp snatched that feeling of safety away. She held her breath, feeling the cold lapping of floodwater at her paws. Shaking her head to clear the image, she began to vigorously lick her pelt, annoyed with herself for getting so shaken up. This was her home, and she was going to be a NightClan warrior for StarClan's sake. She couldn't let herself get caught up feeling afraid of something that had happened in the past and probably wouldn't ever happen again. Thornscar, Darkstar, Cobrastrike, Greywolf... none of them were afraid of anything. Why should she be the only coward in NightClan? Despite her own reassurances, the cold trickle of dread remained.

She perked up slightly as she saw her siblings and the other NightClan apprentices seated together over near a cavern wall. Maybe a morning with her denmates would push the thoughts of floodwater from her mind. But as she sidled over to join them, she caught Roachpaw in the corner of her eye. Or maybe not. That little dung-brained weasel. She thought darkly. That tom's quarrel with her brother had gradually become her quarrel, too, mostly because she could never stay out of it when they fought. Besides, he was notorious for leaving beetles and other nasty little surprises in his denmate's nest. If that didn't make him the worst denmate ever, she didn't know what did. She barely even paid attention the idle chat of the other apprentices, only offering a nod or two. The others likely noticed, Bramblepaw was usually very chatty and willing to chip in with her thoughts. But if they did notice, nobody commented on it.

She turned her head at a piercing meow of excitement, her eyes wide golden discs of surprise. She had about five seconds to realise what was happening before impact. "Oof!" She yelped as she was bowled over, then squished beneath a grey mass of fur. "Guwwulf!" She mumbled, voice muffled beneath her mentor's pelt. "Gerroff!" She knew the warrior wasn't sitting on her completely, otherwise she would have been entirely crushed. "Bramblepaw!" Greywolf's amused voice purred. "It's cold outside." She shivered, and though Bramblepaw could not see her face she knew she was smirking. She was going to kick her mentor's tail in battle-training for this. Eyes glinting with a rejuvenated sense of mischief, she half-pulled herself out from underneath her newly acclaimed older sister. "You're getting heavy- maybe you should lay off the fresh-kill?" Bramblepaw snickered, shoving at Greywolf with her small brown paws. Her earlier misgivings forgotten, she ignored the rolled-eyes and bewildered stares of the other apprentices. She knew most of them couldn't joke around with their mentors the way she could- but she didn't care. Let them stare. The thought of Roachpaw trying to have any sort of fun with Cobrastrike only served to make her even more amused. "Crowflame!" Greywolf's voice cut the image from her mind. She tilted her head back to look upside-down at the calico and white she-cat who sat outside the warrior's den. "What if we all go hunting, Crowflame? You could bring Breezepaw along! A sister date!" Bramblepaw  immediately brightened up at the prospect. She loved spending time with Breezepaw, and she loved hunting. A winning combination. As soon as Greywolf released her, she sprang to her paws. "Oh yes! Yes, please!" Bramblepaw cheered, skipping delightedly on the spot. "Can we go after lizards? They're so hard to catch but with the four of us, we'd make an unstoppable team!"

Ghost the Undead Goddess, Taxx, Ginger 719 Notes

[Ginger]

Breezepaw had awoken to the sound of other apprentices complaining about mouse dung in their nests. With confusion, she looked around the den and spotted Roachpaw, who was not complaining like the others. It had to be him. 

Concerned about mouse dung in her own nest, Breezepaw stood up and eyed the entire thing. It was clean. Roachpaw must not have had enough dung to fill up every nest. She looked to the nest directly next to her where Bramblepaw still lay asleep. It would be ruse to wake her up.

"Let's go outside," she said in a hushed voice that pervaded throughout the den, ducking outside to the camp afterwards and heading to a usual spot that the apprentices frequented. 

Looking back, she saw the others following her, and a small sense of pride welled up in Breezepaw's chest. She had just taken initiative, and others had listened to her! Maybe she wasn't quite as weak as she had previously thought.

Gentle conversation moved around the circle of apprentices while Breezepaw walked around and made sure everyone had fully gotten the mouse dung off of them. It would be rude to let others walk around with the pellets stuck in their fur all night. Things were feeling normal. This would be a good night.

Upon seeing her sister's figure appear from the apprentice's den, Breezepaw smiled and signaled her over to join them. Only that did not seem to last long, as Graywolf approached all of them and tackled her.

What an odd relationship. Breezepaw and Crowflame were close, but not quite like that. Crowflame was a guiding light, a steady rock for Breezepaw. Less of a sister type. 

Her thoughts of Crowflame seemed to conjure her white-furred mentor, whom Graywolf acknowledged. Another night of training. Breezepaw hoped it would be like the other training sessions in which Crowflame was gentle.

That all came crashing down once Graywolf suggested the four of them go...hunting....together. Fear flooded Breezepaw's eyes, and she backed up ever so slightly. She hated hunting. She hated killing. She hated that she seemed to have a natural aptitude for it.

"Oh! Lizards!" She tried to feign excitement, but it was not the most convincing. It was too early in the night for Breezepaw to already have a perfect act up. "They are pretty good at getting away," she added, not wanting to deter her sister's spirits, but also an attempt to comfort herself.

Breezepaw

12 moons she-cat nightclan

"Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness."

Taxx Ghost the Undead Goddess ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 409 words

[Taxx]

Watch me, I'll make a name for myself

Graywolf's boisterous call was quick to grab Crowflame's interest, and the white she-cat turned toward her sister, ears pricked and head tipped to the side in question. The beckon got her to her paws and starting over, and the idea of spending time out, training, put a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "That sounds great!" she purred, and turned to Breezepaw for a moment before giving Graywolf a nod. "Why don't you and Bramblepaw run ahead? We'll catch up."

She sat, tail flicking to curl around Breezepaw, and her next words were softer as the other two padded off. "Are you hoping for the lizards to all get away?" she asked, a quiet flicker of amusement in her eyes at the hope that had layered Breezepaw's statement. "I know it's not easy for you, but I think you can do it. I'll help, I promise, and Bramblepaw will too. You've mastered how to stalk and you're quiet and surefooted- but you'll have to at least try to catch prey. Can you do that? For the Clan?"

Crowflame

NightClan Warrior

I won't be just another face in the crowd

Ginger Ghost the Undead Goddess || Notes

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 30 Moons

"Getting heavy!?"

A mock screech of shock broke past the slender gray feline's muzzle at her apprentice's jab. Her tail fluffed up and whipped around her in a playful manner as she quickly bowed before Bramblepaw's slightly smaller form. Those green pools of hers burned with flames of mischief but were otherwise unreadable and unpredictable.

"I'll show you getting heavy!" With a quick leap, the wild spirited molly launched herself at the spotted form of Bramblepaw, aiming to take the younger she-cat down in a quick and unexpected tackle. Her initial burst of speed aided with the curling of her body to prevent any actual harm from happening as the two she-cats rolled across the dusty ground of the Nightclan camp.

"Graywolf!" Crowflame's tone came, though it sounded like she was attempting hard not to laugh at her sister's ridiculous antics. The mostly white feline had been attempting to ease her own apprentice's worries but it had become slightly hard the second the gray warrioress decided to play games.

After a second, Graywolf moved to squish her ward beneath her though still kept from using her full weight. She was sure the fluff of her silky fur was more than enough to aid with her intent to mess with her acclaimed sister. "How's this for heavy!" The slender she-cat's haunches wriggled back and forth as she continued to lightly press Bramblepaw beneath her while her feathered tail waved with amusement. 

Quickly bouncing to her nimble paws, the slender warrioress gave the spotted she-cat hardly any time to recover before she booped her on the nose. "You're it!" A wide dirt-eating grin rose to the gray maw of the ever wild molly before she turned to dart up the entrance tunnel to burst out into the waiting night forests of Nightclan's territory. 

Crowflame gave a sigh, flickering her tail in mild amusement. It seemed nothing ever changed and her wild spirited sister would always be as she was. Turning her paler gaze towards Breezepaw, the young warrior gave a nod towards the entrance. "Let's go catch up before the two of them get themselves into any real trouble."

She gave Breezepaw a comforting flick of her tail to the apprentice's ear before trotting forwards to catch up to Graywolf and Bramblepaw who had soon sped off after her mischievous mentor with their game of Moon Tag. 

I'm Trouble, Y'all

404 Words (error) || ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Ginger || NPC - Crow

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

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you got that last dance look in your eyes

Bramblepaw

nightclan she-cat 10 moons

The brown point apprentice's excitement deflated slightly as she met Breezepaw's gaze. Her sister had a false smile playing over her lips, and Bramblepaw could spot it as clearly as a black feather on snow. She felt guilty for her eagerness, realising how much the idea of a hunting party filled her sister with dread. She opened her mouth to offer some encouraging words, but at that moment a screech interrupted her. "Getting heavy?!" She turned her head just in time to see her grey mentor charging at her, a blur of fur and bright eyes. Mentor and apprentice tumbled like kits over the smooth dirt floor of the camp, shrieks splitting the air as they exchanged blows. Greywolf reigned victorious, bopping her on her small pink nose with a deft paw. "You're it!" The warrior smirked, turning tail and charging out the tunnel entrance. Bramblepaw let out an outraged yowl, thundering after her mentor on quick brown paws. Those same paws plunged into the snow outside, the NightClan apprentice found herself wading up to her belly in the white powdery blanket. She had to bounce through the snow like a small deer to try and keep pace with her mentor, golden eyes blazing with determination. She swiped her paw to send a scoop of frosty snow in Greywolf's direction, her pads numb from the cold.

The night sky glinted frostily above the marshes, a massive swathe of black that brought Bramblepaw a familiar sense of comfort and belonging. The night was their domain alone, no other Clan hunted through the darkness. She had no idea how the other Clans coped without getting to see the twinkling stars above them when they patrolled. Bramblepaw skidded to a halt, casting a glance backwards towards Crowflame and her sister as they emerged from the camp below. "So, where are we headed?" She meowed thoughtfully. "Batcry told me that lizards sleep in holes when it's cold. He said hi... hiber..." She frowned, not quite remembering exactly what Batcry had said, but knowing it had something to do with the lizards spending long periods hidden in holes or something to try and keep warm. "Will we have to dig them out, or something?"

Ginger , Ghost the Undead Goddess 369 Notes