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The clan was just beginning to stir as the sun faded slowly into the distance as night approached to cover the valley in a blanket of darkness and stars. A faint glow of light remained overing at the entrance of the underground cavern known as Nightclan's well fortified camp. 

A yawn parted the large jaws of the massive tomcat as he made his way from the waning dreariness of the warrior's den, though Nettleheart's delightful scent managed to linger around his muzzle for a little longer. Giving a quick stretch by dropping his from legs forwards, the tabby moved to shake out his lengthy coat as the sleep finally winked away from his mind. 

Heavy pawsteps led Buckfur to the smaller apprentice den, the mixture of familiar scents rising through the overall smell of Nightclan. A pawful of youngsters still in their training moons crowded around the entrance, not yet fully away as dreams continued to drag at their tails. Soft green pools quickly located the massive warrior's younger, half-sister as the fluffy she-cat blinked her eyes a couple times. 

"Good morning Cricket." Buckfur rumbled in that deep, baritone voice of his as he made his way forwards. Though he stood overhead practically all of his fellow clanmates, the sizable warrior seemed to just tower almost intimidatingly over the smaller felines before him. Though, despite his size and disposition, Buckfur was quite a gentle soul under all that striped fluff.

"And good morning to you too, Mousepaw." The towering tom turned those brilliant pools of emerald over one of the younger apprentices. It was almost ironic with these two together, add in Breezepaw and Buckfur would be training the softest cats Nightclan had seen in a while. Not that it was a bad thing, there were plenty of rough and violent cats within the clan of shadows...

His own black coated brother included. 

"Thank you for waking up so early." The warrior continued as his voice rumbled within his wide chest, massive paws shifting as he tilted his head towards the entrance before corralling the youngsters up towards the waiting forest. "I figured we could work on ambush training while the sun was still up, I'll even let you pounce on me from the trees." 

Buckfur's whiskers wriggled in amusement at his statement, though he truly did mean his offer. Both Cricketpaw and Mousepaw were known as shy and rather timid creatures, there was no point for the massive warrior to pair them up in an attempt to learn actual fighting techniques. Rather, he'd let hem practice a different form of battle training, and the smaller she-cats would hardly affect the massive tom, especially with all his extra padding of long fur. 

Light up your wildest dreams

BuCKfUr

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She had not slept well that night; every time that she was going to sleep it was not a good attempt for little Mousepaw but that day was even more of a reason to be unsettled. The grey and white patched molly had gone over and over everything that had happened that evening before she had gone to bed; or at least attempted to go to sleep. She was just about to close her eyes in an attempt to try and sleep when she had been approached by her fellow den mate and told that she would be joining her out for a training session with Buckfur in the morning and to be up as early as possible. That seemed to make her attempts to sleep flee from her brain and she had stared wide eyed at her den mate as they left to their own nest for a good nights rest unlike Mousepaw who would not be getting any sort of sleep tonight after that announcement. What happened with StarlingCry, would her mentor be mad that Mousepaw was taken onto another mentor's training session? Or was it planned that way because they were too busy? It didn't matter, not really but she didn't want to get in trouble in case she was not supposed to be passed around to other warriors for training. Honestly, the little she-cat hadn't really seen her new mentor all that much let alone trying to get to know a lot of the other apprentices since she moved into the den to be able to settle in since her rank change. Her timid and mousey personality forbade it. Somehow though, in the hours of night after the announcement had been made of her impending outing in the morning to come she somehow had fallen into a restless slumber; probably more just passing out from exhaustion as she only got a few hours of minimum sleep every few days. 

Before she knew it she had been nudged awake and startled out of her light sleep; flailing around and fur on end thinking she was being nudged or something by her parents before realizing it was only CricketPaw. She sighed softly under her breath wishing her heart to stop pounding in her chest as she rose from her nest. She gave the other apprentice a shy look before she began grooming herself hoping she didn't ember ass herself further with how she reacted to being woken up and hoped the other wouldn't say anything. It wasn't until a male's voice spoke up suddenly that Mousepaw flinched and looked up startled not realizing who it was and that she had spaced out again. She hadn't even heard or scented Buckfur's approach. Her ears fell back slightly and she slouched looking smaller then her tiny frame should allow as she glanced up at him warily. She wasn't afraid that he would be mad or anything like that as he seemed rather kind and was in a good mood but his size certainly was something that intimidated the younger molly. She found it a bit amusing to hear him thank them for being up early. It wasn't really early; and Mousepaw wasn't used to sleeping anyways so it wasn't a big deal for her to be up so early. But she shut her mouth after she politely mumbled a half heart good morning to him to his greeting and watched the interactions from between Cricketpaw and Buckfur as she silently slipped in step behind Buckfur and Cricketpaw. Keeping herself behind them both as she didn't like feeling crowded or encircled.

The little apprentice's ears perked slightly when she heard him talking about what they were going to be doing together and wondered if he was crazy. Ambush practice? Heck, Mousepaw wouldn't be able to sneak up on anything let alone even pretend to pounce on something. She didn't take too kindly to her training as it went against her pro-life type of view but she had been put as an apprentice to become a warrior to help feed and protect her clan. So she knew that she would have to learn the basics of survival out here. Even the medicine cats new how to fight to protect themselves and hunt for crying out loud. But Mousepaw didn't think she had the backbone to hurt anything. Well, actually she knew she didn't have the backbone. She knew it and so did everyone else around who knew of MousePaw. She was far too soft to hurt a single hair or wing of any creature. She looked over at Cricketpaw with a worried look wondering if she would be able to get through this or if she would be punished if she didn't do as told.

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As the faint light of the disappearing sun began to fade from the cave walls, bodies began to stir all through the camp. The mostly quiet yawns of a few waking Apprentices filled a pair of ears, causing light brown eyes to slowly open. With vision blurred, the she-cat found herself merely staring at darkness, with only the occasional patch of color from the lighter-coated Apprentices.

Jaws parted into a yawn of her own, vision beginning to clear just as another sound filled her ears. Gaze lifting to that of the entrance, a large figure made an appearance, their scent quickly taking over her nose. A smile formed on the black and white she-cat's face as he neared. Buckfur.

"Morning brother." Her voice, somewhat hushed as to not wake those still asleep, her thin legs stretched before her, gently pushing her up into a sitting position within her nest. When she then returned her sights to the towering tom, she found his own eyes to be elsewhere.

It was only now that she realized the younger she-cat next to her. If she remembered correctly, Mousepaw had only become an Apprentice about a moon or so ago. When the time had come, and the newer Apprentice had stepped into her new den for the first time, Cricketpaw, in an attempt to make a friend, had offered to help her with her nest and picking a spot that wasn't too crowded. In the end, that spot had ended up next to her own nest.

In truth, they hadn't talked too much, but each time they saw one another, they usually exchanged brief greetings or just small smiles of acknowledgment. While Cricketpaw didnt know the gray and white she-cat very well yet, she still found herself somewhat fond of the smaller Apprentice. Compared to many of their other fellow Apprentices, Mousepaw was much more mellow and shy, much like herself. She was always drawn to cats such as these.

She leaned her head over, lightly nudging the she-cat, taken slightly aback by the sudden flailing as she made the notion. Wide brown eyes blinked a few times, staring at the younger she-cat in surprise. Was she ok? What was she dreaming about? Though she thought these questions, they did not emerge from her mind.

Gentle gaze turned back towards that of her large half-brother, ears perking at his statement. Not because she was interested, but more so surprised, and, in truth, somewhat disappointed. Why couldnt he had just said battle training or stalk training? Why did he have to say ambush? Her gaze fell momentarily.

These thoughts had plagued her lately. How her home clan operated. Ambushing, surprise attacks, traps. She knew that she could not change how her clanmates were, she only wished that Nightclan wasn't so...violent, or eager to have the upper hand over any who they felt threatened by. One would think that a clan would learn from their mistakes after losing some of their own. But that was not the Nightclan way. It had never been, sadly.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she lightly nodded and stood, stepping out from her nest. She began to fall in line behind Buckfur when he left the den, glancing briefly around the camp cave.

As she followed, her head slightly turned, one eye glancing towards the following gray and white Apprentice. Her gaze went back to the fluffy brown tom momentarily before her pace slowed, walking only slightly ahead of her follow she-cat. She lightly brushed her tail against Mousepaw's flank, offering a tiny smile of comfort for the seemingly troubled she-cat.

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The massive tomcat didn't miss the look that passed through either young apprentice's gaze. There was a reason he had chose to work with both Mousepaw and Cricketpaw, and had Crowflame not taken her out prior to this moment, then he would have probably called for Breezepaw to join in as well. 

While he wasn't so much known for his brilliance, he was still smark and the fluffy tabby cat did on occasions come up with rather unique and gifted ideas that were helpful to not only himself and others. This happened to be one of those times. It was obvious that neither Crickerpaw or Mousepaw had any rivalries when it came to the other larger and more fiercer apprentices that rather enjoyed the rougher side of life. 

So why not match up similar temperaments when it came to the youngsters. 

Having been an apprentice once, he found that it had been easier to achieve things when working with friends or with a rival. It brought a sense of accomplishment with it once the task had been completed, whether successful or not. That's what Buckfur wanted for both the young Nightclanners accompanying him through the dark pine forests, the noise of crickets louder than the she-cat who held that namesake. 

"Don't look so worried." Buckfur rumbled in a soft though baritone voice as he glanced over his shoulder with those warm green pools. "Hopefully neither of you will ever have to use fighting techniques, but it's good to know specific things to keep yourself safe should the need arise." Honesty was the best way to go about it, especially with the more meeker of the clan.

While he may look intimidating and scary, Buckfur was hardly the monster that lay under the dressed form of his brother, Blackstar. He had a kind heart under all that muscle and striped fluff and the softer part of life did not allude his thoughts and dreams. Why, the simple thought of Nettleheart and her fierce personality brought a speeding thump to the organ within his chest cavity. Something that Blackstag would readily spat and seethe at, seeing as the dilute molly had been loner born. 

Buckfur had always been good with Cricketpaw, his sister the most gentlest of all the siblings within the spread out family. It only came naturally to him that he offer aid to Mousepaw as well, feeling rather protective of the two youngsters. 

Pausing once he reached Branch Trail, the massive warrior turned to face Mousepaw and Cricketpaw as they stumbled in behind him. The size difference almost caused a wriggle of amusement to happen upon his long whiskers, his paws were practically the same size as the shrinking form of Mousepaw next to warrior's half-sister. 

"I believe the two of you will work well together. You can train at your own pace rather than attempting to keep up with more headstrong apprentices like Roachpaw." Oh, Spiderbite's younger and rather prickly brother that seemed to have nothing better to do than scathe others with his heated tongue. Of course, there was a faint jab at the young apprentice in an attempt to bring a smile or a laugh from the two young she-cats next to him. 

"And don't worry about hurting me, I promise my fur is thick enough that I won't even feel you pouncing on me." A sheepish grin broke across the muzzle of the massive tabby tomcat, his plume tail waving lazily behind him.

Light up your wildest dreams

BuCKfUr

37 Moons Warrior NightClan

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It was obvious as the grey and white molly walked hesitately behind the large brown tom that Mousepaw was frightened. Not so much of Buckfur although yes he was rather large and intimidating looking just by size even though he was clearly nothing like his brother Blackstag whom Mousepaw had a unfortunate encounter with the previous night. But she was more frightened about what the day held for her and Cricketpaw. Her fellow den mate was older then Mousepaw by a few moons but she seemed to be one of the nicer apprentices within the clan. Cats like Cricketpaw, Breezepaw, and Buckfur were the only real reason why Mousepaw was slowly starting to gain courage. She was starting to see that Nightclan was not like she had grown up expecting it to be; of how her parents wanted her to see it. Either that or Nightclan was 'falling' like some of the purists would of called it. Mousepaw vaguely wondered how many cats like her parents still existed within the clan or if the clan was starting to open up a little at a time when it came to the nicer cats that were born into the clan. She was starting to gain the courage to not be afraid of being herself. The gentle touch of Cricketpaw's tail along her flank made the little apprentice look up at the older one and give a hesitant smile of thanks. Mousepaw knew that she was going to be okay from now on; even if her parents still lurked among the warriors of her clan. Mousepaw knew she had some back up when it came to standing up to others like them.

When the larger Nightclanner spoke up, breaking Mousepaw out of her trail of thoughts her gaze turned from her fellow den mate to the warrior and blinked a moment trying to process what he had said as she had not been paying attention; too lost in her own thinking and thoughts that she hadn't even realized the warrior had began speaking. Her ears heard his words it just took her a moment to register what he had said. She gave a small smile at his words and shook her head. Of course she and Cricketpaw would not be able to take down the larger tom even in practice or real battle. They were too small and his fur too thick. But, at the same time neither apprentices wanted to try and pounce on the larger but gentler tom. Cricketpaw and Mousepaw were not fighters and Mousepaw didn't even like the idea of hurting anything or anyone. Including animals for pray and cats alike. But, she knew she had to start somewhere and push back her feelings even if she didn't agree with it purely for survival. 

Once they arrived where they needed to go the two apprentices stopped in front of the larger male and watched him and listened to his words. Mousepaw's smile loosened a little into a more genuine one of amusement. She could get used to Buckfur for certain. She liked him. Of course Starlingcry her mentor wasn't half bad even if she was strict. But Buckfur had a more fatherly or brotherly tone to him that helped the small she cat relax better around him. At the mention of Roachpaw the duel colored she cat scrunched up her nose and shook her head.

"I hope we don't get to train with Roachpaw ever...I don't like his attitude." she confessed in a small voice as she looked back the direction they had come from towards camp with a frown. 

"But, if you think we are ready to try this then I guess we can try...got to start somewhere I guess or else we will never make it as warriors...and we will be the laughing stock and shame of Nightclan huh?" she mumbled glancing at Cricketpaw for confirmation. 

"I'll try my best if you will. I don't like fighting or the thought of hurting others even in practice and training but if you are okay and try your best then I will too. I don't want to seem like the weakest one in the clan anymore..." she confessed with a small smile and looked down at her paws. 

"I have a few cats counting on me to try my best to be a better me." she said it more to herself then she did to her peers before she looked up at Buckfur with a more determined if not still hesitant look. "What do we need to start again?" she asked.

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s the trio walked, the black and white she-cat found herself silent nearly the whole way. She was right in the slim space between her brother, who occasionally spoke up to them both, and Mousepaw, who didn’t speak. She didn’t have anything to say, minus just nodding in response to his words. It wasn’t until they came to a stop at their destination that an actual conversation really started. But...of all subjects.

At the mention of Roachpaw, similarly to her companion, Cricketpaw’s nose scrunched slightly and her eyes narrowed, which wasn’t typical for the usually wide-eyed or neutral-eyed she-cat. But when it came to Roachpaw, she couldn’t agree with Mousepaw more.

“Cats like Roachpaw are the reason none of the other clans like us.” Cricketpaw, those nine moons ago, became an Apprentice, despite the fact that she probably should have stayed with her mother for longer than she did. Roachpaw hadn’t been made an Apprentice until after she was, yet even being younger than she was, he still pushed her around when they were little. With her meek and easy frightened personality and his violence-or-nothing one, they did not fit well together. From the very start that brown tom had shot insults her way, saying that an Apprentice who didn’t want to fight and was scared of everything around her didn’t deserve to be called an Apprentice of Nightclan, much less a Warrior. She had constantly been a target of his aggression ever since she was younger. Thankfully, more recently she hadn’t seen much of him, and did everything she could to avoid him. She only hoped that he hadn’t gotten into Mousepaw’s head as he had gotten into her’s when they were younger.

At Mousepaw’s words, the bigger Apprentice turned to look at the she-cat, a mixture of regret and understanding in her light brown gaze.

“Unfortunately, any cat who isn’t up for violence or aggression is seen as a shame in this clan, regardless of age or rank. There’s not much we can do about it at this point. Nightclan is already too far gone for that.” She was sure that if anyone else, like Roachpaw or her brother Blackstag, had heard what she said, she would be punished for sure. Nightclan cats were prideful, boastful even, of their aggressive nature and love for violence. To them, it was like a personality trait in itself, one that had regretfully consumed many of their clanmates over the moons.

Though she didn’t like it, Cricketpaw had come to accept this. As she had learned, it was better to stick to the sidelines where the bigger and more battle-driven cats of the clan wouldn’t bother her. At least if she stayed out of the way and kept to herself, none of them could poke at her for not being like them. It wasn’t a good way to live, nor did she enjoy it, but she had accepted it. She could only hope that Mousepaw would learn to do the same.

After his words, Cricketpaw nodded once more, beginning to turn and part from them, but she stopped, gaze moving to Mousepaw once more. One black ear gently flattened, knowing that the smaller gray and white she-cat was nervous. She leaned over, nudging the smaller Apprentice like she had done before.

“Just follow me.”

She then turned, slinking into the nearby brush, disappearing from the scene thanks to her dark pelt. She didn’t go far before she stopped, looking back to check and see if her companion was following. She continued on, only going far enough that Buckfur wouldn’t be able to hear or smell them. She then turned, crouching down next to the other Apprentice.

“If we are gonna do this, we need to do it smart. I think...we both need to jump at him from a different way. Like one of us from above and the other from the ground, or both on the ground from different directions. What would you be most comfortable doing?”

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