Owlkit's large eyes slowly blinked open, the familiar sight of the nursery filling him with a strong sense of comfort. His mother's tail, as black as the bird she was named after, curled protectively around her kits as she rested. The black kit yawned and rose to his paws, shaking his fur to get rid of any clinging moss. His adopted sibling, Sagekit, lay close by in slumber, but his sister was no where to be seen. With a curious tilt of his head, Owlkit carefully stepped away from his mother. No doubt the queen was going to have a fit over his disappearing act, but the young kit didn't care. He had more pressing issues to deal with, like not getting bored to death in the den. With a cheerful mew, Owlkit dashed out of the nursery.
Roseclaw stepped out of her den, sunlight shining on her pale coat. A scowl marred her face, deeper than the usual frown she wore. Too much was on her mind today. Too many questions that she could not find the answer to, and one of them concerned her apprentice. Copperpaw...he was a bright young tom. Though she'd never say it out loud, Roseclaw was certain he would make a good medicine cat. But how to teach him? She was a healer, not a teacher. The young she-cat had tried teaching her brother, Briar, before joining the clan, but her impatience had gotten in the way. Every mistake was met with a rough smack, and every lesson ended in a wrestling match. But Copperpaw was her apprentice, and Roseclaw could do nothing to stop him. He was her responsibility now, Starclan help them both.
"Where is that mousebrained fool?" she hissed under her breath as she made her way to the freshkill pile.
Vinetail slipped out of the warriors den and headed to the freshkill pile. His tail lashed restlessly, and an unreleased energy buzzed within him. The young warrior was itching for some action. Hunting usually satisfied his need to release his pent up energy, but only temporarily. What he wanted was a fight. Not a real one, a wrestling ,atch would suffice, but still a fight. He ruffled his coat and picked a bird before settling down on the side, diving in hungrily.
Many times his Roseclaw warned him against crossing the border, and many times Briar ignored her. He never saw a reason not to. After all, his sister was in Boulderclan. Blood was thicker than water or, in this case, invisible lines cast to set them apart. It only made sense in his eyes that he had free pass to cross.
Briar walked through the rocky terrain, his tail held high and a sparrow dangling from his mouth. A sort of peace offering, in case he ran into trouble. His small bit of territory past the border was abundant in mice anyway, so it wasn't like he needed to bird. He continued wandering, careless of anyone passing.
Ripplepaw's pawsteps fell muted against the dusty camp ground. Her lithe body moved like a river past passing casts, her movements purposely delicate to avoid attention. There was only one cat's attention that she needed -- Nightmist. She had been asleep for too long, and her mentor was probably waiting for her. Spotting the dark she-cat, Ripplepaw glided behind her mentor and bowed her head.
"Apologies." Her voice was as quiet and smooth as her actions. "I should not have kept you waiting too long."
Sunflame yawned and stretched, purring audibly as sunlight turned his coat to a firey red. The warmth felt good on his long fur, and a soft breeze brushed his fur. If he had still ben living with his twolegs, it would have been the perfect day to lay about and do nothing. But you're not a kittypet, Sunflame quietly reminded himself. You're a warrior now.
With a sigh, the large tom straightened up and headed towards nursery. Might as well make himself useful and see if they needed anything. It was easier than hunting, which he still hadn't gotten the hang of, and less hurtful than fighting. Plus, he loved seeing those kits!
"Hello," he greeted cheerfully.
Roseclaw stepped out of her den, sunlight shining on her pale coat. A scowl marred her face, deeper than the usual frown she wore. Too much was on her mind today. Too many questions that she could not find the answer to, and one of them concerned her apprentice. Copperpaw...he was a bright young tom. Though she'd never say it out loud, Roseclaw was certain he would make a good medicine cat. But how to teach him? She was a healer, not a teacher. The young she-cat had tried teaching her brother, Briar, before joining the clan, but her impatience had gotten in the way. Every mistake was met with a rough smack, and every lesson ended in a wrestling match. But Copperpaw was her apprentice, and Roseclaw could do nothing to stop him. He was her responsibility now, Starclan help them both.
"Where is that mousebrained fool?" she hissed under her breath as she made her way to the freshkill pile.
Vinetail slipped out of the warriors den and headed to the freshkill pile. His tail lashed restlessly, and an unreleased energy buzzed within him. The young warrior was itching for some action. Hunting usually satisfied his need to release his pent up energy, but only temporarily. What he wanted was a fight. Not a real one, a wrestling ,atch would suffice, but still a fight. He ruffled his coat and picked a bird before settling down on the side, diving in hungrily.
Many times his Roseclaw warned him against crossing the border, and many times Briar ignored her. He never saw a reason not to. After all, his sister was in Boulderclan. Blood was thicker than water or, in this case, invisible lines cast to set them apart. It only made sense in his eyes that he had free pass to cross.
Briar walked through the rocky terrain, his tail held high and a sparrow dangling from his mouth. A sort of peace offering, in case he ran into trouble. His small bit of territory past the border was abundant in mice anyway, so it wasn't like he needed to bird. He continued wandering, careless of anyone passing.
Ripplepaw's pawsteps fell muted against the dusty camp ground. Her lithe body moved like a river past passing casts, her movements purposely delicate to avoid attention. There was only one cat's attention that she needed -- Nightmist. She had been asleep for too long, and her mentor was probably waiting for her. Spotting the dark she-cat, Ripplepaw glided behind her mentor and bowed her head.
"Apologies." Her voice was as quiet and smooth as her actions. "I should not have kept you waiting too long."
Sunflame yawned and stretched, purring audibly as sunlight turned his coat to a firey red. The warmth felt good on his long fur, and a soft breeze brushed his fur. If he had still ben living with his twolegs, it would have been the perfect day to lay about and do nothing. But you're not a kittypet, Sunflame quietly reminded himself. You're a warrior now.
With a sigh, the large tom straightened up and headed towards nursery. Might as well make himself useful and see if they needed anything. It was easier than hunting, which he still hadn't gotten the hang of, and less hurtful than fighting. Plus, he loved seeing those kits!
"Hello," he greeted cheerfully.
