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Fishpaw padded around not far from the river. She quickly scented another cat and darted to the river. She scanned the other side, without any luck she used her ears. She head the sound of cats all the way in the Riverclan camp.... and a cat drinking water from the river! She jumped over to the edge of the river, "Hi..." she whispered to the other cat across the river.... "My parents would kill me if they saw you here. What are you doing?" she sniffed, her scent of smell failed her again. "And what clan are you?"

Fishpaw looked around finally seeing the other cat. "Sorry, I can't smell. I'm Fishpaw by the way." she mewed. "Fishpaw!! Come back!" she heard her mentor call, "Bye!" she said then ran off.

Jaypaw flicked his ears, and turned around to walk back to camp.

Not much to write....

(Haha, I cant write either until everyone's sleeping. Haha!)

Fishpaw padded up to her mentor, "Back to camp. It's almost moon-high." her mentor explained. Fishpaw darted away and paddled over the small river to get to the camp. She shook the water off and went to the apprentice den and curled up. "Night Fishpaw," said her friend already curled up. "Good night." she whispered.

Fishpaw awoke to the sounds of the trees rustling. She opened one eye and saw the sun already in the sky, She slept in! Fishpaw got her her feet and rushed over to the warrior's den,
"Hello? Anyone? Bluestripe?" she tried to whisper, but she was to worried he has left without her.
"Fishpaw..." a deep voice made the young apprentice spin around.
"Uh Bluestripe!" Fishpaw cried with surprise, "I thought you left without me."
"Why would I leave without you?"
"Because its already sun-high."
"Leopardstar would like to speak with you so, I let you sleep in," the big grey tabby nodded to the young cat then walked her toward the Leader's den.

"Fishpaw?" the gentle voice of Leopardfstar came from inside. "Come in dear."
Fishpaw took a step in and looked around. She saw the spotted cat sitting in her den with angered eyes, Fishpaw glanced at Bluestripe who was walking away to leave the two to talk alone.
"Birdpaw scented Thunderclan in the apprentice den when she woke up. She looked around and traced the scent to you. Have you been speaking to a Thunderclan cat?" Leopardstar hissed.
"No... we hate Thunderclan and everything inside it."
"Good girl. Run along now." Leopardstar shooed the apprentice away.

(I'm wondering if Thunderclan can start a battle and end up killing Leopardstar? I don't mind who takes the final blow, hehe!)

(Accepted Alex, glad to see you join! Now our apprentices can do more work. Oh and, there will be a gathering tomorrow (realtime) i'll set a list of when gatherings and medicine cat meetings at moonstone will be.)

Foxpaw went to see Firestar in his den, Foxpaw nudged the leader awake. The tom opened an eye and saw his apprentice standing in the entrance of the den.
"Foxpaw? It's still early. Go back to your den."
"I can't."
"Why?" the tom opened his other eye and got up to his paw.
"I had a weird and strange dream. I saw these red cat-like creatures, they weren't cats but they looked alot alike but bigger. Somehow like foxes, but meaner.""
"Strange..." Firestar mumbled.
"I also saw myself. Older but still an apprentice, about 10 or 12 moons. I heard a firm but gentle voice before the dream, A new danger is rising, Fox will be the enemy and the hero."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Hm... this is a sign. I will speak with Leafpool soon. Try to get some sleep I will sort this out."
Foxpaw nodded then padded away, he wanted to do some hunting before the other cats woke up.

((OOC: o.o Dawnpaw doesn't have a mentor. I don't plan on posting for her until she does, either.))


Ravenfeather's tail swayed in his sleep. He was locked tightly in the grasp of a dream, but he was happy to let it twist the world into a land of mixed realities. Words being whispered in his ears, though he could not understand them. Faces of cats he knew, but he could not remember anything about them. And scents he recognized, but unable to give them a name. One scent in particular caught his attention. Moss.
Amber eyes flickered open, bright and wild with the realization that they had been gazing upon images conjured from some dark place in his mind. One that failed to hold onto him as soon as some strand from reality was noticed. Moss. His nest, cradling him in a soft circle as he slept. Sighing with a mixture of relief and resentment, a black paw stretched out and dabbed at a stray piece of the springing bedding.
As thoughts of the real world began flooding his mind- patrols, hunting, food-the last wisps of dreamland were blown away and whatever memory he held of last night seemed to fade. The tom sat up in his nest and gave his ruffled charcoal fur a few careful licks, and it now shined with a a glossy luster. Had the tom ever seen a raven's feather, he'd know his mother had named him well, and not without purpose. The thought of his mother gave life to a small flicker of flame, one of hate and despise. But these were not for her, oh no...
So consumed in his thoughts was the young tom, that he did not notice Thunderstrike until the older cat sprung from his bed, landing with a soft thud on his back. Ravenfeather's amber gaze widened and he had to use every ounce of his willpower to control his feature and stifle a mrrow of laughter. The feel of amusement had eluded him in the moons following his parent's death. Again he was plagued by darker emotions and images of a young tabby kit whose name he hadn't even bothered to know. She had apparently been apprenticed recently, but he had made it a point not to attend her ceremony. She was the reason for their deaths, he was certain no one else could possibly be a candidate for the tragic string of events that took the life of his mother and father. Still, a nagging though in his mind spoke of the fact that she was only a kit, and it wasn't her fault she had been born at such an ungodly time.
Sighing, Ravenfeather shoved his way out of the warriors den after Thunderstrike, determined to be in a good mood today.

((OOC: :D That'd be great!))

Morning found Dawnpaw sitting outside the apprentice's den, emerald eyes blinking in the soft sunlight. Her whole body felt like it was fizzing with excitement. Maybe it was, because her tabby fur kept fluffing up, making her look like a burr. She tried and failed to smooth it, but it would lay down in a while. Her mentor Thunderstrike was already up, and her paws itched to bound over and greet him. The only thing keeping her still was the sight of a sleek black tom sitting a little ways off from the warrior's den. He caught her looking at him and his eyes narrowed coldly. What's his problem?
Dawnpaw looked down at her paws, feeling ashamed for some reason. Working up the courage to pad quietly over to her mentor took some time, but when she was close to him, she could feel the black tom's accusing glare drop away. Dawnpaw decided to stick with her mentor if she could. That tom didn't seem like he would bother her if Thunderstrike was around.
Her mentor was depositing his kill at the designated spot for prey to be piled. She puffed up with pride. He may not be the leader, but she knew he was the best hunter in the clan. Dawnpaw decided she wouldn't trade him for Firestar any day. Tail and head held high, the young cat sat down in front of Thunderstrike. "So what are we gonna do today?" she mewed, green eyes wide with excitement. Maybe he'll show the me territory! Oh! Or show me how to hunt like him! Dawnpaw wriggled with anticipation, ready to show that she was no longer the weak little kit that almost died in the nursery.