Pinestar shook out her pelt as led her cats back home following the Gathering. The wind had picked up as they travelled further up the mountain to camp. Sometimes, the young leader couldn't understand why her Clan needed to have their camp so secluded, but, then she remembered the nursery tales her mother told her about SummerClan attacking their camp and killing many warriors. The leader shook herself as if to rid any bad omens and she looked around the camp.
She saw her Clan move about, the Gathering patrol returning to share news of what had transpired. The young leader felt a familiar pelt brush against hers, and she felt the rasp of Loachtail's tongue on her shoulder, as her mother was far too small to reach her head. "My beautiful daughter, how did you go? Did those other cats treat you well?" Pinestar nodded, resting head on her mother's. "Yes, it was wonderful mother! All the Clans have new leaders, and it was very interesting to hear from them after so many moons of silence," she paused, trying to compose herself which received a mrrow of laughter from Loachtail. "Kiteclaw was a real help, I'm glad I made her deputy," the leader dragged her gaze across the clearing to see the tabby she-cat organising hunting patrols to feed those who needed it.
Rainflower was sitting the den she shared with Cinderleaf, sorting herbs when she heard the older cat return. The smoke she-cat asked her mentor how the other Medicine cats were fairing and the black-and-white cat told her they were fine.
Oakheart exited the warrior's den and poke his head into the apprentice's den searching for Shadepaw. The tabby-and-white tom was keen to take his apprentice out for battle training, hoping to show the young cat some particularly special moves. He saw his leader, and once former apprentice, speaking with Loachtail in the middle of camp and he waved his tail to her, inviting her to bring Specklepaw along for training if she would like.
Kiteclaw had organised two patrols, one led by Stormfang and the other led by Hawkheart to gather more cats keen to hunt. Stormfang had found Beetlenose and (name your cats if you'd like), to hunt with him, whilst Hawkheart had found other keen warriors to join her. — max ✘read the 666 🤟🏻 05:26 Sun Apr 21 2019
A small lithe and lanky she-cat darted forth, her dark tortoiseshell pelt just a fleeting mixture of ginger and black to those she passed. She grinned as she came up to Stormfang. The she-cat held her bright golden eyes on him as she volunteered. "I'll go, Swiftstream is driving me nuts!" She exclaimed dramatically.
Tigerclaw made his way towards the fresh-kill pile. The journey had surely been hard on him but he had wanted to go none the less. He had practically declared that he go, afterall he had wanted to see how Petalshine was. The tabby was however saddened to learn of his friend's death.
Specklepaw sat at the entrance to the apprentices den but made no sudden movement. It had been embarrassing that her own mentor had made her stay back in camp. How outrageous! The specklrd black-and-white apprentice stared at Pinestar's pelt. If looks could kill she would have burned a hole in the smoke leader. She gave a heavy huff, pouting still. Why did she have to stay back in camp? She could have met the other Clans, something she hadn't done yet. But I am the Chosen One 05:54, April 21, 2019 (UTC)
Pinestar bid her mother farewell, as she walked over to join Oakheart, casting a glance at her sulking apprentice. "Specklepaw, if you're going to mope around camp I'll have you clean Tigerclaw's bedding and keep him company. But, I'd rather you join myself and Oakheart for some training," the smoky leader beckoned with her tail and stood next to her former mentor, giving him a gentle nod of her head.
Stormfang couldn't help the grin on his face as he saw Dipperstorm slink up, "Can't knock back an offer that genuine. We'll see if any of the others want to head off, and then we'll be all good," the silver tabby sat down to wait. — max ✘read the 666 🤟🏻 06:06 Sun Apr 21 2019
The dark she-cat plopped down, looking around camp. "I wonder how the Gathering went." She said aloud. The she-cat, herself- was known for her outloud thinking. She was told it made her an open book but honestly she didn't care.
Specklepaw lashed her tail but moved to follow. She hadn't slept but she didn't really need it. Afterall, Willowface was a good teacher that taught her some useful things. But I am the Chosen One 06:13, April 21, 2019 (UTC)
From the apprentice's den, Shadepaw waited like a patient loyal dog, expectingly staring at the entrance of the den. From in there, the night-black tom's vibrant yellow eyes were all that were visible, especially at night or during a new moon. The impressively powerful apprentice, traits he had proudly received through lines deeply embedded in WinterClan's history, perked his ears at the sound of movement outside. Oakheart was stirring. With his fur still messy from a good night's sleep, Shadepaw rose to his paws and slinked out of the apprentice's den, silently snaking his way towards his mentor.
Applewhisker, as per usual, was already busying away, and didn't let her exhausted daughter have a moment of rest. Redpaw had attempted to lay down immediately after the Gatheirng, rolling over in her nest and getting a few moments of shut eye. However, her nap was disturbed by her mother, who had practically dragged her out of the nest while Redpaw grumbled in discontent.
"Sleep can wait, a good warrior can stay up as long as her leader needs." Applewhisker's words were sharp, but Redpaw was numb from her fatigue, and mumbled something under her breath that her mother couldn't quite understand. She didn't care, anyways. "Use those legs that I so generously passed onto you, we're training. Right now. Let's go." Silverstar 14:06, April 21, 2019 (UTC)
Lightstorm watched as her daughter left camp with Pinestar, she felt a sense of dread as she watched her slink after the large smoke leader. Her tail flicking thoughtfully as she turned towards the fresh-kill pile. She would never forget the circumstances in which Specklepaw had been born. The queen shook her head and sat down at the pile as she toyed with a mouse.
Spidernose moved through the camp, her belly was swollen once more. The father hadn't been revealed, her gaze on the activity of the cats coming back. She eyed the cats that came in. Since her brother had died at the paws of Grayfrost, she had been more isolated than anything, even after her first litter was born. But I am the Chosen One 03:00, April 22, 2019 (UTC)
Pinestar let Oakheart lead the way, trusting the older warrior's opinion. The tabby tom dipped his head, thanking her. "Alright, Shadepaw, Specklepaw, we're doing some battle training today so we'll be going to the Claw Lake clearing for space. Keep up, but don't strain yourselves as you'll need your strength," Oakheart kept his gaze on the apprentices before taking lead, leaving the other three to follow him.
Loachtail watched as her daughter left to train her apprentice, she saw her other daughter chatting away with Cinderleaf and she saw her only son talk with his fellow warriors. The pale tortoiseshell felt her heart soar with pride for her kits, they had all done so well and she couldn't be happier. However, she spared a glance to the sky for her mate, as she still ached with pain for him. Oh Pheasanttail, I wish you were here still, you would be so proud of them my love, the old queen murmured to herself. She looked around camp and saw Spidernose by herself, so the older queen thought that she might try and give her some company. — max ✘read the 666 🤟🏻 22:08 Mon Apr 22 2019
Spidernose glanced up at the older queen. "Loachtail," the silver shaded queen spoke softly with a smile. She couldn't helo spare a glance at Pinestar leaving. She ached to be out in the woods, for a moment at least. It had been too long since she'd spared her brothers grave a visit. But I am the Chosen One 22:48, April 22, 2019 (UTC)
Shadepaw's whiskers quivered enthusiastically as he continued to plow through the snow and follow after his mentor and fellow clanmates. While he was no Dark Forest trainee, the tom was a talented brawler, frequently using his size to his advantage. He strongly resembled his father in terms of build, and he was illustrious about that. He was eager to please WinterClan and make his ancestors proud.
He had little trouble with moving through the snow, he was in high spirits at the moment and was one of the largest apprentices in the nursery at the moment. The vibrant snow dappled his coal-black legs, while his panther-like yellow eyes drew in every bit of detail around him, from the snow-heavy trees to the faint tracks of hare.Silverstar 23:02, April 22, 2019 (UTC)