[KARAZHAL]

Sagepaw

Treeclan Medicine Cat Apprentice

I swam through a vast world, past my own feelings of not wanting to regret anything

Doing chores by yourself was a boring prospect. She and Acornpaw were the youngest apprentices, and Sagepaw was used to her cushy comfortable life in the nursery. Of course, she'd been bored of that long before she became an apprentice, and she'd had a few adventures outside the nursery that had jolted her perspective of what it'd be like to grow up. However, one thing she never had to do was be alone. No matter what, she had somebody around, whether it be her mom or her sister or her dad or her uncle or just about anybody really. She cared for TreeClan a lot, even the rude stinky cats that lived in it, and Sagepaw could never imagine living the life of a loner or rogue--the kind of cat that lived by themselves and lived only for themselves.

The life of a clan cat involved contributing to the Clan as a whole, not just hunting or patroling, but keeping up with daily maintenance. Sagepaw had sort of forgotten that apprentices would come and go, swapping out her mother's bedding for fresh unsoiled moss. (She'd been more concerned with why her bed smelled differently than who'd changed it.) It seemed a daunting task alone, and Sagepaw had been relieved to find out that everyone contributed, not just a pair of youngbloods wishing for the best. She envied everyone else's relationships with their mentors. The idea of being medicine cat apprentice was exciting, or she thought it was supposed to be, anyway. She hadn't forgotten that day when Falconstorm had yelled her out of his den. She wanted to give him the respect he was due as a medicine cat, but his personality made it difficult. Frowning, the blue Somali shredded her carefully collected old moss and sent sprinkles back over the ground again. Sagepaw rolled her eyes at her loss of composure. Stay cool, Sagepaw. If you can handle him, you can handle any scrub NightClanner who gives you dung, she reminded herself. She looked up to find Acornpaw finishing up on her end and quickly brought up her collection to the entryway of the elder's den. She stank of mousebile, having volunteered to fetch it from her mentor and apply it to flea-bitten pelts.

"This is the last of it," she announced, smiling at her sister. Together, they brought the old moss to the exit and disposed of it, bouncing and tumbling all the way until she heard Minktoes calling her sister's name. Sagepaw's eyes dimmed as their playtime was cut short. Keeping the smile upon her face, she lifted herself off the ground. "Sounds like it's time for your training, Acornpaw," she gave a low chuckle, fighting the loneliness back. "That's okay. I should go bathe anyway. I really reek." She tried to make it seem like it didn't bother her that Acornpaw was going to leaver her behind into order to become a real warrior. Turning away, she was stunned by the abrupt tackle as her bigger sister pounced her down.

"Come on! You can totally come with us," Acornpaw declared loudly.

"Huh, really, but you haven't even asked Minktoes yet?" Sagepaw replied. She blinked incredulously. Falconstorm would flay her fur if she had Acornpaw tag along on a training session. Sagepaw suddenly looked uncomfortable, fearful of how Falconstorm would react when she walked back to the medicine cat. "Nevermind, I really want to go with you." She straightened and followed Acornpaw over to Minktoes, who had another warrior with her, a cat that reminded her of Lionstar a bit.

"...hello, Brackenstride," Sagepaw greeted the taller warrior, feeling her cheeks warm in the handsome tom's presence. She kept herself close to Acornpaw, feeling reassured that her sister would handle everything with confidence.

“I’m not giving up!”
Just saying that won’t make it happen

Fawn Ghost the Undead Goddess BlooRey DVD for the group training thread! this could be for acorn's and sage's territory threads; my main goal for sage here is to get the lay of the land before she goes out with falcon so that if she's ever left behind, she can make it home. (I will probably have a thread where she does get separated from her mentor at some point and stays in some random foxhole all night terrified)

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Minktoes

The way that she dances,

ain't afraid to take chances

Once again, the pretty Siamese she-cat was laying comfortably upon her back from her spot in the comfortable, Treeclan' camp. Her pretty blue pools twinkled with curiositiy and amusement as she lay, staring up at the grumpy expression of her golden pelted companion. 

Her thick tail flickered behind her against the ground as it stirred up some dust for a second, paws hanging over her soft, cream colored belly as her legs stuck up over her in the usual yet odd style she often slept within her nest. Or in the branch of a tree, or honestly anywhere the young warrioress decided to plot down for a relaxing rest.

It just so happened that she was also interested in messing with Brackenstride for the moment. 

"Hey..." She mewed in that soft, raspy voice as a purr of amusement was already starting to form within her throat as she reached up and softly batted at his whiskers. It was almost like he was refusing to acknowledge her presence for the moment, but Minktoes wasn't having any of his angst-muddled drama today. "Brackenstride...~" Her voice was a whisper, and somewhat sing-song as she tried to either get his attention or annoy him into paying attention.

"Are you grumpy because you don't have an apprentice yet?" Her brilliant blue pools flickered softly despite her quiet tease in a funny voice. Minktoes was well aware that her friend could be a bit emotional when it came to certain things, especially within the last recent moons due to unforeseen events involving cats in both Treeclan and across the border in Nighclan. 

Sometimes she knew how to bring a smile to his handsome maw, other times the pretty she-cat knew to just be there when he needed a shoulder to lean against. 

Her tail flickered once more as she reached up to bat at his whiskers like a young kit still in the nursery rather than the fully grown warrior she was. Finally the molly rolled over, almost laying haphazardly across the tom she had grown up with. Tilting her head to the side slightly, a smile broke across the dark masked maw of her somewhat cream based face. 

"Come on Grumpytail, you can help me with Acornpaw today!" Her purr started to rumble within her throat, almost vibrating her entire form from the power of the noise as she reached out to quickly boop her a chunky paw against his nose. As quick as that had occured, she had leaped up and raced towards where she had last seen her apprentice. 

"Tag, you're it!" She called happily over her shoulder, sapphire pools easily reflecting the joy within her form at the thought of playing with both Brackenstride and Acornpaw. Minktoes often went through life with a relaxed attitude, always ready to have fun when needed. Especially if she thought it could help brighten the golden tom's mood.

"Acornpaw!" Minktoes skidded to a halt near the elder's den, curious as to where her new ward had wandered off to and of course almost immedieatly forgettiing she had tagged Brackenstride before racing off. 

That thick tail of the brown and cream she-cat flickered over her back in a curling motion as she caught sight of the young sisters padding forwards. Sagepaw wasn't in training to be a warrior, but rather she was Falconstorm's new ward and a future healer to the clan that lived among the trees. It was a different and unfamilar route that the older molly couldn't possibly begin to understand, but that didn't mean she couldn't help out. 

"Sagepaw, feel like playing with us today?"

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[Fawn]

Brackenstride

if you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize

Minktoes' personality was in full force this morning. Brackenstride moved his head left and right, trying to avoid the bop of her paw against his nose. He didn't succeed, and no sooner had he reflexively blinked than she was already racing off, trying to incite a game. Brackenstride snorted, rising from his flattened bed of most to follow at a much less energetic pace.

Did it bother him that Minktoes had an apprentice before he did? Yeah right. Brackenstride knew for a fact that mentoring was his father's greatest pride as a Clan leader; there was a line as long as a fox's shadow of cats Lionstar had mentored. Brackenstride was in no hurry to follow in Lionstar's paw steps. He'd get one eventually, everyone did.

But for now? He was enjoying the lack of responsibility. StarClan knew he didn't need the extra headache.

Catching up with the masked she-cat, Brackenstride saw the young fuzzy forms of Sagepaw and Acornpaw waiting for one or both of them. Brackenstride nodded once, his tail curling in a languid sweep. "What's up?" He mewed to Sagepaw, whose shy greeting hadn't gone unnoticed. The sleek golden tom smirked. "You're the one stuck with Falconstorm, right? What, needed a break?"

Falconstorm was prickly on a good day. Falconstorm on a bad day? He'd rather swallow a pinecone whole than try to deal with the medicine cat when he was in a mood. As long as Brackenstride knew him, he'd been a temperamental type. Falconstorm was like a distant older brother; the age gap was too large to be bridged easily, and their interests seemed totally different. Rumor had it that Falconstorm had been a strong, capable warrior before he'd ended up following the path of a Medicine Cat.

Brackenstride couldn't imagine giving this up. Not for anything.

-- Moons TreeClan Tom

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