[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Day 5: A strong wind travels through the land, causing the foliage to be in constant motion and the multi-colored leaves to fall.

Lightningflash STONECLAN WARRIOR not a yes, sir. not a follower. The wind was a cool sighing breath rolling across the scrubland territory of StoneClan. With each soft, patient gust came the bite of cold, Leaf-fall threatening to overthrow Greenleaf as the valley settled smoothly into the cold season. The air tasted crisp with decay, the very beginning of rotting leaves creating an aroma even in the treeless uplands, the winds carrying it up from TreeClan territory. It was hauntingly quiet among the rigid sentinels that guarded the landscape, boulders who cast looming shadows across the rocky outcrops. The rattle of pebbles disturbed by paws broke the vigilant silence. Lightningflash perked his ears as the sound of a surprised yelp caught his attention. He turned his head and a hearty laugh burst from his lungs as he realised that Yewpaw had accidentally stumbled into a hole. The hole itself was so overgrown with weeds that she hadn't even seen it. It was so hilariously uncharacteristic for the careful, intelligent molly to be caught out by something, he couldn't help but be incredibly amused by the irony of it. "Not funny." She rumbled in protest as he bent down to sink his teeth into her scruff. But there was a dazed, amused smile playing on the little tortoiseshell's lips. "It is though." Lightningflash smirked around a mouthful of fur. "You're really starting to take after Tumble." Speaking of which... Lightningflash turned a warm gaze to glance back at his brother and his nearly identical son, a lopsided grin playing on his features. Bonepaw was distinguishable from his father and uncle only by his tiny, stubby tail. "Keep up, you two!" He joked, waving his tail. "It's a hunting trip, not a race." Yewpaw piped up. Lightningflash flicked his niece fondly with his tail. "Slow paws don't catch prey, y'know." He pointed out. "Besides, there's no harm in having a little fun. Me and your father used to race eachother all the time." He purred, then winked mischievously. "I always won, of course." i was lightning before the thunder

WORDs: 330 / tags: Ginger ,Amber

[Amber]

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Don't you want to feel like a rebel
Renegade on the run?
Real live wire in the cross fire ridin' shotgun

The wind of the day couldn’t blow away Bonepaw’s excitement. He had only recently been named an apprentice, and he was eager to explore the vast reaches of StoneClan’s territory. And who better to do that with than his own little family? Uncle Flash led the way, walking side by side with Yewpaw. Bonepaw decided to fall into step beside Tumbleheart, his father. It was strange how similar the three toms looked, but perhaps not considering they were all related. Whatever. Bonepaw couldn’t wait to grow up big and strong like his Daddy and Uncle. He and Uncle Flash already had ideas to trick the others into getting them mixed up, and he couldn’t wait. As long as he trained hard, he could match the warriors’ size and strength. The only thing he would have to worry about was his tail, but as long as they were in a position that their tails were hidden, it shouldn’t cause a problem.

He smiled up at Tumbleheart as they followed Lightningflash and Yewpaw. “Hey, Daddy, what was it like when you and Uncle Flash were apprentices? Oh, wait,” he faltered, his brain kicking in. “You weren’t. What was it like when you guys were our age? Was it strange and scary in the mountains?” His stubby tail flicked side to side excitedly as he stared up at Tumbleheart with wide golden eyes. He listened intently, ears set forward and high on his skull for his father’s response. He lived for little moments with his family and loved to hear the tales the two older toms could tell.

Ahead of them, a yelp of surprise finally tore Bonepaw’s eyes from his father. Seeing Yewpaw a lot shorter than normal made the young tom tilt his head and then laugh as he realized she had fallen in a hole. He met his uncle’s smile with a vibrant, toothy one of his own. “Keep up, you two!”

Bonepaw looked at Tumbleheart with the same toothy grin. “Come on, Daddy! Let’s go!” He turned and started bounding over to his uncle and sister. “Uncle Flash, wait up! We’re on our way!”

I'm breakin' out of this town like a renegade
So baby get ready to run

BONEPAW

StoneClan .::. Apprentice .::. Six Moons .::. Tags Ginger ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

[Ginger]

Tumbleheart looked on affectionately as Lightningflash pulled Yewpaw out of a hole. It took him back to the times that Flash would pull Tumble out of...well...everything!

The round tom stuck his tongue out at Lightningflash. "Me and my son are bonding over here, Lightningflash!" He laughed as he looked to Yewpaw. "And busy not falling in ho-ahhh!" Tumbleheart's words were cut off as he stepped into a small hole, hearing a squeak under him. Oops. He had just accidentally stumbled into a mouse-den. Had he also accidentally killed its resident? The clumsy cat bent down and looked into the hole. In it lay a crushed mouse. Something was better than nothing. Reaching his mouth down, Tumbleheart grabbed the mouse.This may have been his first catch in a while. Tumbleheart was not a great hunter. He felt like EarthClan just kept him around because of his good-humored conversation and willingness to do border patrols. They probably also kept him around because his family was just so incredible. Lightningflash was turning out to be quite the warrior, and his two kits were the best apprentices he had ever seen. Not that he had seen many apprentices...But Tumbleheart just knew.

He looked down to his eager son as his carbon copy asked about Tumbleheart's earlier life. "Oh, I hath to thave your unthle from evehthing. You could bathically thay I wath Tumblethtar, protector and ruler of our clan." He made sure to say that last part extra loudly so that Lightningflash would hear the obvious lie. However, his mouth was still full of mouse, so his words were a little hard to discern.

With a feigned huff, Tumbleheart followed his son to meet up with the rest of his family. Once reaching Lightningflash, he proudly displayed the broken mouse in his mouth. He was the hunting master now.

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♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 @amber

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Lightningflash STONECLAN WARRIOR not a yes, sir. not a follower. [attr="class","lightning"]I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat that excited. Lightningflash thought with a grin as he glanced back at Bonepaw’s bushed, eager fur and wide, intrigued eyes. The vast, almost empty, rocky landscape that stretched out before them was unchartered land for Bonepaw, and he had clearly inherited his kin’s affinity for exploration. The small patrol of four may well have each been entirely identical were it not for the tortoiseshell splash to Yewpaw’s pelt. Bonepaw was the image of his father, who was in turn the image of Lightningflash. The black and white tom thought with amusement that when Bonepaw was fully grown, cats would have trouble distinguishing between the three. The much smaller black and white face smiled back at him with a toothy, childish grin that reminded Lightningflash he wasn’t a kit anymore. "Me and my son are bonding over here, Lightningflash!" Tumbleheart retorted with a barking laugh. "And busy not falling in ho-ahhh!" And of course. Lightningflash raised a brow as his brother disappeared from sight, no doubt proving the StoneClan superstition about names that include words like “fall” dooming a cat to do nothing but fall forever. Yewpaw gasped beside him, perhaps worried that Tumbleheart had found his way down a particularly dangerous hole, but Lightningflash knew that at least there weren’t any terribly deep crevices across these flatlands, and in these low temperatures snakes were groggy and not much of a threat. To his great amusement, Tumbleheart re-emerged from the hole with an extremely unfortunate, two-dimensional mouse. Lightningflash laughed so hard he almost teared up. “I think you’re the first StoneClan warrior to ever catch something with his rear!” The older twin wheezed through his laughing fit. Recovering his dignity, Tumbleheart began to recount their early childhood through a mouthful of mouse fur, loudly enough and with enough coherence that Lightningflash could just about guess what he was saying. “Oh yes!” Lightningflash chimed back, smirking. “And our medicine cat was your grandmother- I remember her trying to patch up every scratch and bruise from the stuff we used to pull off.” He laughed at the thought. Unimpressed lectures from Wander came flooding back, making his heart ache. It was hard not to wonder where their mother was now, if she had found somewhere safe to stay. If maybe she had a new mate who stayed with her rather than lolloping off into the mountains. From where his four white paws stood now, Lightningflash could never have guessed where his life would have led him. How he ended up here, in StoneClan, with his family… was all a huge, lucky chance. But he treasured it dearly. He couldn’t imagine living any other way now. This was home, and always would be. The sound of small paws bounding over the stones drew his attention back up to his brother and nephew, one of which was jogging over to them eagerly. “Uncle Flash, wait up! We’re on our way!” Bonepaw called, and Lightningflash flicked his tail out to indicate Yewpaw to wait. “Don’t want you falling into any more holes.” He kidded, while Yewpaw flicked her ear in silent indignation. Lightningflash could remember when the kits were beginning to speak their first strings of sentences, and tiny little Bonekit could never manage to say “Lightningflash”. It was a complicated word for small tongues, and so “Unca Fwash!” became the preferred nickname. It had stuck, and now to Bonepaw he was “Uncle Flash” forever. Not that he minded. In fact, it filled him with a warmth like an internal fire. When Tumbleheart and his son both reached them with their prizes, Lightningflash laughed again. “The rare StoneClan flat-mouse, only found in these parts.” He joked, winking at Bonepaw. “Never caught by a single hunter until now.” This got a laugh out of Yewpaw. i was lightning before the thunder

WORDs: 636 / tags: Amber, Ginger

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