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Perchstar
Waking up now was the hardest part. At one time, he had blamed it on his aging body, now ravaged by time's nonstop march. Now, the old tomcat blamed it on the hole that now ached without cease in his chest. It was only a few days since Mallowflower had passed away, and her cloying scent still lingered in his nest long after her body was set to rest among ScarletClan's other dead. Part of him wanted to believe that it was all a lie, that she hadn't passed away, but he knew that would only be a fool's folly. He missed her rough, awkward laughter, the imperfect lopsided smile, the way her eyes brightened up with affection when he drew near. He missed their nightly walks in the territory, the feeling of her tail curling around his own and the way she chided him to rest when he refused to heed it. Even now, he could swear he could see the faint outline of her shape everytime he closed her eyes, half expecting her to be there when he opened them and yet... she was not there.

The old cat curled around himself tighter in his nest, almost cursing StarClan for taking him from her. Though she lived a long life, it still felt unfair that she was to leave him when he still needed her. Did she not know how much his heart yearned for her now? It was immature, truly for him to think this way but grief made him as selfish as a kit.. ah, that was right. His son, not only his son, his clan needed him. Duty never failed to call to him, to force him to rise to his paws and face a new day. Slowly, bit by bit the old cat had stood to his feet, moving at first at a snail's pace out of the all too large nest, his green eyes settling on the first rays of morning light. It's getting too cold. The thought rang in silent complaint within his mind as the clan leader took his first steps out of his self imposed prison. It was time to face a new day.

Fluffywish & Sunnykite
The small pale tortie was one who started her day out with inspecting the herb storage to see what she might need for the next moon. It was overwhelming to say the least when she had been welcomed in and placed in a position to be the clan's healer. Some days she wondered if she was somehow still dreaming in her barn, surrounded by her siblings. The thought for a second made her heart pang. Were they okay? Were they still getting enough food in their bellies? It was beginning to get chilly with the coming of leaf-fall, with the leaves turning colors and the frigid air it was hard for her not to consider the probability of scarcity when it came to prey in colder weather. Though, it wasn't like she had to be a mouser anymore-

"Well hello there lil' missy! Tell me, did those little ghosty-goos come haunt you again?" Her brother's boisterous meow made her fur fluff up in the beginnings of anger as she whipped her head around, blues meeting his taunting amber, "Bo- I mean, Sunnykite! For the last time, they're not 'ghosty-goos', they're spirits! Can you at least be a tiny bit more respectful?" She saw the tom's teasing smile and that obnoxious eye roll that he always did, "Well excuuuuse me, but that sounds like the same dang thing now does it?" Fluffywish's eyes narrow as she slowly drew in a breath through clenched teeth, raising a slender paw and promptly thwacking her brother on the forehead, "They. Are. Not. Why. Are. You. Such. A. Idiot!" The last thwack was a bit harder than the others, making her brother give a grunt of surprise, a large fluffy paw coming up to cradle the injury as he pouted mockingly, "That ain't nice of ya, miss medicine cat! I'm just curious... curious to see how much you're spending your time daydreamin- OW!" Another thwack came closely after that one on his nose this time and making the large cat flinch. As much as he hated to admit it, Fluffywish had a mean hit.

His sister turned away, lashing her tail in irritation, "I don't have time to play your little games. Unlike you, I actually take my duties seriously and I have a lot to check and get through so if you don't mind, go bother someone else." Sunnykite huffed in disbelief, it was barely even three moons and Fluffywish was already caught up in all this StarClan nonsense. Though he had to admit, she seemed more lively than she ever had been in the barn, despite being so prickly when it came to her precious little ghosts... the little spark in her eyes made him crack a smile even at her bristled back. "Uh-huh, so you're playin' with a bunch of weeds, gotcha!" The glare he received made a chuckle leave his maw as she shot back, "Go away! You're being a nuisance! Plus Maplepaw is still asleep, I don't want you to wake her up with stupidity!" The tom felt a tad bit of guilt as he looked over to the sight of the young blind cat's ginger shape. Ah. Yeah he felt a tiny bit bad about that. "Mm right, right. Fine I'll get out of your fur." The large tom gently flicked his sister's ear with his tail as he grinned at her, "Stay feisty fuzzball."

Fluffywish snorted, annoyance in her chest as she watched him step out of the medicine cat den and leaving her in peace. Unbelievable..

Buzzardstrike
Leaf-fall was when things changed, whether it was for better or for worse he had yet to know. All he did know was that he felt slighted. Each night was spent fitful with resentment, and each morning it just made him reminded of the failures his father had made. The tom gazed out at his father as the elderly cat emerged from the leader's den, slow and weak. It made him sick. His father used to be strong, to want to hold ScarletClan's strength at its prime and now what was he doing? Spending most of his days sleeping in his nest and clinging to a nest that he once shared with Mallowflower.. what a joke. The green eyes of the tom turned to the warrior's den, looking at the slumbering shapes still inside. He saw familiar shapes, but worse of all was the tom his father had chosen to be his deputy; Cedarnose. An eyesore, obnoxious and irritating. It should have been him! Didn't Perchstar say he was destined to become great? What other great honor was there than leadership? What about him wasn't seen as worthy? The rage pooled deep in his gut, making him choke on it.

Ospreyleap, as pathetic as she was had also found him not worthy. Why? Who was she to turn tail and treat him that way, with a rogue of all things, a filthy, honorless rogue. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, his heartbeat slowing as he exhaled and brought the usual smile to his face. No need to concern himself on the stupidity of the lesser, yes, as long as he still had breath in his lungs he could and would show his father he had made too many mistakes. Standing to his paws, he trotted over to Perchstar, gently resting his tail with practiced affection on his father's broad shoulder, pressing his nose to his cheek as he spoke gently, "Good morning, how are you feeling today? Any better?" His father's gaze met his own, the cat's gray muzzle twitching up in the faintest of smiles. It was not a genuine smile, heavy with grief, "Ah, Buzzardstrike. Yes. Yes I'm well enough. No need to worry about me." A practiced frown crossed the warrior's muzzle in response, "But Perchstar, you've been cooped up in your nest for so long.. are you sure you're feeling alright enough to be moving about?"

He eyed his father's posture as the tom sat. Even in his later moons, the solid muscle honed by moons of fights and battles had left its mark on the leader. Even though he was weaker, there was still strength there and power. He would not be an easy target, that was for certain. Buzzardstrike's attention was grabbed as Perchstar chuckled, "There's no need to fret too much, Buzzardstrike! Truly, I am well. But thank you." His father smiled a bit brighter, a tenderness to his gaze that was so similar to the pride he never ceased to show for his son, "Truly, StarClan had blessed me with you. Mallowflower is so proud of you even now." He fought the urge to scowl, swallowing back the angry torrent trying to swell in his chest. Then why did you not choose me to succeed you?!

Rootkit
The little tom was curled up to his siblings' side, contented with the warmth of the nursery. He was locked in a dream, dreaming that he was finally able to trot around the forest with the warriors of the clan. In the dream he was much bigger than he was now, walking with confidence in every paw and heartily sharing battle stories with his fellows as the patrol explored his forest home. He could have sworn he could feel the soft feeling of leaves and earth under his paws, the wind that whistled through the trees on his fur and the sounds of bird songs overhead. Freedom it felt like, freedom and not underneath the watch or his mother telling him 'no', that it was dangerous in the woods, or the occasional warrior saying that battle was not something he should be so eager to participate in. After all, he was just a kit... just a kit? The thought made his eyes slowly open, sleepily mumbling in the middle of half dreaming and the waking world, "I wanna be a warrior already.."

 

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Cedarnose
The scent of fresh air always brimmed his nose. Whether it was warm from the blazing sun's heat, or rather from a fluffed out chill. But right now it was more in the middle for him. The fur lining his pelt would prevent light winds, depending on the speed of breeze, but it didn't bother him just as much. Leaf-fall was just a sprawled out in the midst of everything like how the clan was. A few losses here and there, retirement going on quickly, and ceremonies from the past several moons to rejoice about the idea of new warriors and/or new apprentices. A new dawn always meant a new time to improve a cat, but right now dawn just meant more hefty patrols. The warriors were still greatly huddled up, annoying a bit when all knew that duties came first over a genuine rest. That wasn't specified in the warrior code, but it felt more like a bitter treatment when describing it like so.

Soft, glistening dew was just running down fallen leaves and dried twigs. The sky was just as dull as any other light, not perfect but always there. Coming out from a warm area only to meet these terrors was something Cedarnose was use to. Yes, that name came exactly from where the bark of a tree was. An event he wasn't going to forget, despite it being very early in kithood. The first thing approaching his mother's mind; Ryestorm, was Cedar, so he became like one due to the scraggly assortment of browns on him. Yet at a time when he and other kits were playing, he seemed to have refused to play with any other stick other than the one from a Cedar tree. Even he could tell it was from that sort of tree, which gained an appreciative ring to his title as Cedarnose. The joy he got was admirable.

Around the location of Perchstar's den was the leader themselves, having a personal conversation with their kin; Buzzardstrike. It wasn't unreasonable hate for the younger warrior, just the clear flash of anger through those slitted eyes of the other told Cedarnose he shouldn't intervene with such kind of a cat. Going ahead and breaking the soft moment between the father and son felt wrong, but Buzzardstrike was taking up the role of being a warrior up and about-ready to get settled on an expected patrol. So, the deputy padded forth to the two felines, giving a respected bow the clan leader and a glance towards Buzzardstrike for a type of greeting.

"Perchstar. Buzzardstrike," Cedarnose addressed both parties before continuing. "Morning has arrived just as quickly as Leaf-fall, yet our leader has taken up his time to get out of his den again. It's quite heart-warming to see you still holding up, starclan has indeed blessed you enough. But I do owe an apology for interrupting right now. Not many cats are up and about, and Dawn Patrol has yet to be seeked and claimed. If I borrowed Buzzardstrike, things wouldn't be made chaotic, right? I tasted the air near the warriors den, and Sunnykite also seems to be up. But I'll also have to nudge a few if nobody else wants to get up from a delighted slumber it looks like."

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Freckleberry & Anemonesnarl
Moongazing wasn't much of a thing, now was it? Or at least, not part of a warrior duty. Cats were expected to sleep when dark fell, but Freckleberry had avoided that the mere night before. Now it was clear how it could tend to be so regrettable. The heavy douse of drowsiness was familiar, but more worse than not. It felt as if he was just an apprentice all over again, being told to listen to the senior warriors, as if they always did everything right. Every cat made mistakes, so why was easy stuff turning up to be a lot more harder? Well, those thoughts were ripped away from him as soon as a lazy paw had started to tickle his nose. Freckleberry couldn't resist and fluttered his eyes back open to let out a hiss of annoyance.

"Hey, watch it! Some cats are trying to sleep here!"

That type of snarl was pointed at a white-and-gray she-cat, who was awfully too deep in her dreams. But she heard his response and had awakened too with a shake of her fur. Small moss bits clung to that pelt of hers, and her tired eyes drew back on it before refocusing. Only then did she realize what he had said, and Anemonesnarl went as ferocious as one of those ancestors representing big beasts from the looks of it.

"It's not like I can control my movements, furball. And to put more clearance, I'm pretty sure the light seeping in here indicates you shouldn't be sleeping. You should thank me sometime, since I did just help you wake up. Cedarnose is out of the den, and seeing him complain about no cats awake to patrol with will give me a headache and a load of scolding."

Freckleberry only gave a sigh, stretching the such limbs he owned in response to that type of chatter.

Silverpine & Onyxflight
Good brother bonding time. What a happy thought Silverpine had created before this.

The sun was seeping up over the horizon line, and Onyxflight was right besides him. There mouths smelled of fresh-kill, caught and not eaten, but instead buried. They had awoke a bit earlier to when it was slightly dark to do some hunting, but the plan hadn't went so well. If Onyxflight couldn't handle simply talking to other felines, then the harsh world around them wasn't made for his sibling. To melt that sort of ice, Silverpine offered a night hunt to scurry past the cat who was night watching so they both could have a nice chat. But instead of Onyxflight wanting to catch the squirrel they had saw-a happy sight despite Leaf-fall-together, he wanted to do it himself. That led Silverpine to argue with his kin and then the prey to run off.

So after that, Silverpine gave up and let the pair of them hunt alone. Now since morning had raised, it was time to go back to camp. Hopefully less cats noticed their time gone, but then again, they were bringing fresh-kill! More patrolling was going to be bad, though, if any one of them were chosen to go on the dawn one. Neither of them got a full selection of sleep, so only having an eye open during a border look-out wouldn't be the miracle when a fox was running straight at the group. In the end, when both cats had came together, they only had caught a small shrew, from Onyxflight's side, and a thrush on Silverpine's side. Now they were just trotting back to camp with jaws full.

Saffronpaw & Lionpaw
The bright, orange tom-cat was curled up besides his friend-the she-cat with such thick, gray fur that she was practically a cloud! Lionpaw had made some silly jokes about how she could just float away like the things layered in the sky, if only she didn't eat so much prey. Even so, Saffronpaw wasn't fat in anyway-just her amazement when seeing a hoard on the fresh-kill pile made him laugh. The both of them had acquired a slight difference of age, making him near the moon that would title him as a warrior. It brought a sense of pride to him, yet leaving behind a good friend and then having to wait for them was just a bit to sad. Goodbyes were hard, but the one who was leaving was harder. It wasn't like he wouldn't see her, but he had hoped they would be getting named together. Now he'd have to worry about the future assessment he'd get later on.

The apprentice den was slightly empty than full, but it was a bit great that it wasn't crowded. It'd bring too many mouths to feed, and then a overload in the warriors den when every cat got apprentice. Balancing the population was a problem sometimes the Leader would have to solve, thinking either a bit too hard or a bit too little. Lionpaw could nearly see that kind of stress; having to be held responsible for nearly everything that your clan did, only for then the problem to be just a fake or something dangerous that is easily overlooked. Had any leader been exiled or overthrown before? The elders tales never told him anything of the sort, but now that he was thinking about it, it was a great question to ask.

Saffronpaw, eager as always, had hit his chin when suddenly rising to a sitting position on her haunches. It would happen occasionally, though it might be his fault sometimes that he even once in a while shared nests with the other feline. Not permanently, but more like when she was seeking comfort like after a cat had passed away. Yet she wouldn't have anyone to do that to as soon as he moved dens. Hm, he should keep his whiskers out of that thought.

"Light! Light! How far is the sun? Did I oversleep? Oh Starclan tell me I didn't miss a training session with Perchstar-"

"Oh for Starclan's sake, calm down. The sunrise barely even lifted, and Quillpaw is still sagging here. And if you took situations a bit more seriously, you'd see just outside of this den that cats are only waking up."

Mentions: Minteafresh & LONELYRAIN

Briarkit
The light bleached brown fur, similar to pines on the forest floor or the sort of material (wood) two-legs sliced through with a crazy type of monster, of Briarkit's was scuttled close to Kiwiflower. Her mother's body was laid out in a sweet formation, but the kit didn't bother to disturb it. Waking up wasn't quite a pain for her, just that she didn't want to be up before anyone else was in the litter Briarkit was in. Occasionally she would feel a few nudges from her littermates, but that was all. If anycat could be just as bored, they were doing well to keep up a stiffening act. When she got up for real, she'd make sure to take a nice bend down her spine. Relief would flood through in an instant, just let anyone watch and they'd see her expression.

 

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Thrushwhisker - warrior
Dusty reds, grays with notes of blue and cream colored fur curled up into a half crescent shape on the Sunning Rocks.

They weren't as warm as they could be, but that could easily be accounted to the early morning chill that often filled the air, chased away later and later in the day by the rising sun. And that warmth, it was what Thrushwhisker lazily waited for. It might have been warmer in camp, but it was certainly not more comfortable. Too many cats, and not enough privacy. Too many rules, and not enough freedom. Occasionally, he pondered if this choice had been the right one. Happiness was not a considered variable, but he was somewhat content. Food. Water. Shelter. The three necessities. Even if they came with the price of living in close quarters with cats, it should be worth it.

Or not. As Thrushwhisker draws a sandpaper-y tongue through his pelt in a soothing, low effort grooming effort; he reasons with himself internally. Leafbare would come soon, which wasn't an ideal time to be traversing territory alone. After it passed, and easier times came, he could always leave. It wasn't like he had anything tying him down to Scarletclan. He harbored none of that root deep loyalty like the clan born cats, so he didn't feel obligated to stay if he didn't want to.

Of course, such thoughts were much too bothersome at the moment, and Thrushwhisker sighs, wisps of breath fogging visibly in the air. Eh, he didn't want to wring his fur out thinking about it too much, so he simply didn't. Instead, he relaxed on the stone which he swore was getting warmer and warmer, even if was mainly due to his body temperature warming it.

Quillpaw - apprentice
Curled up comfortably in his warm nest, the spiky furred tom slept. With the chilling days, getting up every morning became harder and harder, even for a cat with a thick lined coat like him.

His lengthy tail was swept over his nose, form bundled tightly into a circle as he preserved as much body heat as possible.

He hoped to stay in the den for as long as possible, training could rest on the side for now. He didn't care for it lately, the cold enough to dampen any enjoyment of the activity. It was true that he'd stop feeling it after he was energized, but having to wake up everyday to a foreign experience like this felt like a punishment from Starclan. And to think that such weather would only worsen! Quillpaw didn't want to imagine it, so he didn't, stubbornly clinging to sleep for as long as he could.

However the voices of his fellow apprentices makes a eye slowly slip open, dark amber gaze shooting a bothered glance at them.

"Keep it down." He says, any sharpness in his tone accompanied and thus flattened by the whiny undertone. "I'm trying to sleep here!"

He shoots a glance towards the entrance of the apprentice den, which his best was shoved as far away from as possible. He could hear cats out and about, and did not wish to be one of them; though he knew at some point he would have to.

Rookwind - warrior
The coming and going of new seasons was as familiar and as sure to Rookwind as the rise and fall of the sky. As such, she carried on through them with a certain grace, unbothered and undeterred by the bite that accompanied the air.

Breezes weren't quite as refreshing as they once were, and now resulted in grumbles and fluffed up pelts as opposed to content sighs.

Like the day, Rookwind rose and fell without a beat, getting up as dawn came and retiring to her nest when it was nightfall and all her duties were accomplished. Currently, the dark colored she cat had picked a spot in camp to wake fully up, leaving the warriors den. The cold didn't trouble her much, the time outside allowing her to adjust to the cold slowly without needing to rush. These days, it felt like the chill was hardly there unless she thought about it, mind often preoccupied with other things.

A dark tipped ear twitched slightly, swiveling to the side as she heard voices emerging from the apprentice den. It was still quite early, but what better time to start the day then now?

Rising to her paws, Rookwind trudges the few feet over and pokes her head in, pale gaze catching onto her apprentice.

"Since you're awake, you're to eat and be ready to train in an hour." She informs Lionpaw before withdrawing her head and padding back off."

Kiwiflower - queen
The cold was an unpleasant thing, always had been and always would be. It's not like she had any particularly bad memories surrounding it, she just didn't like it - and it would only get worse from here on out.

The queen had always been a lover of the warmer two seasons. For her, there was nothing more refreshing than a hot day with faint breezes. Sucking in deep lungfuls of air sweetened with blooming leaves, she'd never felt more alive. And she still clung to the memory, soaking in the fleeting warmth that the day offered, knowing it wouldn't be long until leafbare encased Scarletclan in blankets of white.

Though, the cold wasn't all that bad. Kiwiflower did like snow. It was beautiful, even if she didn't like stepping in it. Even so, the first memory of crisp white flakes falling from the sky . . . there was nothing like it. And she hoped her children would like it too.

Already she could feel them becoming more lively from sleepy lumps, soft yellow eyes tracing over her children - chuckling at Rootkit's words.

"You'll be a warrior before you know it dear." She assures, bending down to rasp her tongue over his sleep ruffled pelt, a white tipped paw outstretched to catch and tug the stretching Briarkit close to do the same. "Good morning dear." She adds, smoothing her daughters fur down before speaking in a general tone to include them both. "Did you two sleep well?"

 

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Perchstar & Buzzardstrike
The old tom lifted his gaze as he looked upon Cedarnose. Part of him felt slightly guilty he had been shifting more of the weight of responsibility to the much younger tom, but he had chosen him for a reason. As expected, the deputy was already seeing about sending out patrols. Taking a sideways glance at his son at the prospect of the cat being sent out on a Dawn Patrol, his son remained cool and collected. But he knew better, after all from the sudden tension in the tom's face and the faint clenching of his jaw, there was obvious displeasure there. "Absolutely. After all the patrols need to go out soon." He rasped, his tail flicking in a faint warning over his son's broad shoulder. He knew he had a temper, but he will get over it soon and accept his choice.

Buzzardstrike's expression twitched as he forced it back down from the hot ball of anger coiling in his chest to polite apathy as he looked upon Cedarnose. Dipping his head in the calmness that was expected of him instead of an emotional lashing out he spoke, "Very well, if you don't mind, may I choose who will come with me?" He didn't want to take orders from him, taking a side glance toward Sunnykite who had emerged from the medicine cat den. "After all, we have to keep busy don't we? Can't have idle paws lazing about." His tone had a bite to it, annoyed by the tom's stupid grin and occupying space in the camp where he certainly didn't belong. What a fool. His eyes turned to his father as he smiled, though his smile was lacking affection for once, "Surely that would be fine, right?" Before Perchstar could utter a response, Buzzardstrike had withdrawn from the light weight of his father's tail, ignoring any acknowledgement. The sight made Perchstar slowly exhale, lightly shaking his head, though his ears pricked up at the sound of the waking apprentices voices, Saffronpaw's own voice though muffled from the distance, it still made him smile.

"I'm sure you can handle organizing the rest of the patrols. You're doing a fine job, Cedarnose." The praise was genuine and perhaps apologetic for his son's behavior. He felt embarrassed that the warrior was acting out in such a way, it wasn't as if he was a kit anymore now was he? Rising to his paws with a grunt, he inclined his head to Cedarnose in polite dismissal as he approached the apprentice den, no doubt to retrieve his apprentice. Honestly, he was sure this would be the last apprentice he would have. It wasn't as if he was a youthful cat anymore, but he had to admit she did kept him feeling like there was a little bit of vitality in his body... ah he missed when Buzzardstrike was that age. Always a bit full of himself, sure, but he was more enthusiastic about things and more open. Now, he just seemed angry. As a father, it concerned him greatly even if Buzzardstrike pretended he was fine. Perhaps he would have to talk with him later?

The thoughts swam in the leader's head until he realized he was looming in front of the apprentices den, taking a brief moment to acknowledge Rookwind before calling out, "Saffronpaw?" He wasn't in a rush to wake her if she was not ready, perhaps he was indeed growing softer in his twilight moons?

Sunnykite
As he emerged from the medicine cat den with his sister's faint muttering complaints chasing after him, he had been in a relatively good mood... had been. Buzzardstrike was approaching him, causing that grin to falter and his amber eyes to turn to frost. Ugh, he hated this pompous tom. The way he walked was obnoxious, as if he was already claiming that he owned the world. And just from the look on his face, it was clear that he felt that way. "Sunnykite, you're to come with me on a Dawn Patrol." Sunnykite's expression soured as he spoke without thinking, "Oh yeah, says who? Like anyone would willingly want to go skipping through the woods with you " That made the other tom bristle slightly, irritation sparking in his eyes. Then came that obnoxious smile, pleasant but burning with annoyance. "If you don't work, you don't deserve to eat. It's not as if ScarletClan needs more freeloaders," Buzzardstrike stepped closer, leaning his head closer as he dropped his tone, "Even more so of a joke that your lowborn sister sits on her tail doing nothing. The least you can do is make up for her uselessness."

Sunnykite's expression twisted in anger. Now it was one thing to annoy him, that was certain. But to dare even speak a word against Fluffywish? Especially when she had done nothing to deserve it? That was a bit too far. He could feel the fur along his spine begin to raise, his lips curling and baring back in a snarl as he hissed, "What did you just say?" How dare he! It wasn't even long since they joined this weird clan, but he knew his sister was trying her hardest to fill her new role, and this tom had the audacity to devalue her efforts!

Fluffywish
The small she-cat hummed as she went about her work, though hearing Sunnykite's voice suddenly raised in anger had caused her to immediately surge to her paws, her heart nearly catching in her throat. Oh no no no! She could not afford him to be acting like a mouse brained idiot this early! With a hurriedness to her steps, her blue eyes grew wide like moons as she saw her brother unsheathing his claws, almost as if he was about to strike at the warrior looking at him like he wanted him to. Immediately she called out before he could even speak a word or move, "Sunnykite! What are you doing?!" The medicine cat hurried to her brother's side, pushing herself inbetween the two cats and having to look up at the leader's son looming over her. She felt her throat go dry for a moment at the obvious disdain in his gaze, desiring nothing more than to look away. Swallowing down the panic in her chest she forced herself to speak, "I apologize for my brother, he's a bit of a hothead-"

"Fluffywish!" Sunnykite hissed, "He-" The she-cat turned her head to glare at him, a warning in her eyes causing his mouth to close shut as he looked quite miffed. Turning her attention back to Buzzardstrike she struggled to smile, "U-um, I'm sure he'll be happy to help you with whatever you need." The tom's lip curled, almost a sneer then settled into calm as he turned his head away, "I've already said enough as it is." As lost interest, Fluffywish felt her shoulders sag as a breath of relief left her maw. The last thing she needed was a fight to break out. What was her brother thinking?

Rootkit
Rootkit let out a sleepy grumble, feeling Kiwiflower's tongue upon his fur was soothing. His green eyes slowly opened wider as her words registered. His ears perked up, "But I wanna be one now!" He squeaked impatiently. The little tom turned to Briarkit, now that he was awake slowly but surely his energy was beginning to grow. "Briarkit, what do you think your warrior name will be? I want mine to be Rootfang, wouldn't be that be cool?" He grinned broadly, eyes sparkling then looked up to Kiwiflower and excitedly began to explain, "Yeah! I had a dream I was on patrol!" It seemed like being a warrior was his current obsession this moon.

 

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Cedarnose
Ah, Cedarnose shouldn't have came here at all. A greeting for Perchstar would be fine, yes, but Buzzardstrike? What was the cat doing, acting as if they had already became the next deputy. He held back from saying anything of the sort, since he too wanted to keep up a good profile. It wasn't like the clan didn't already have to look up to him more since Perchstar was nearing his time. Some cats here and there knew of how many lives the old feline had, but didn't tend to speak about it just out in the open. The mixed colored tom cat gave a nod to the younger one. Clearly the definition of crazy kits having too much freedom went a bit too deep in the leader's son's head. But even as Cedarnose spoke, his whiskers twitched in discomfort of how things were moving along.

"Since Perchstar allows it, I can't necessarily put much more word into it. It is fine so long you don't nitpick on other cats. It's not as if your status and authority had moved up any higher. And yes, I suppose it really is lucky that I'm dependable to sort so many patrols out all by myself. I can only see one cat twisting their tail in a job like that." His words were to give a jab, without saying anything directly, but as Perchstar made a move to leave for the apprentices den and Buzzardstrike to Sunnykite, Cedarnose bid farewell to both of them with another ginger motion and turned away. Even if the dawn patrol had been set for this sunrise, a hunting patrol was to be sent out too. That was until two shadowed figures went past the entrance barriers-carrying the scent of fresh-kill. It was Onyxflight and Silverpine. Lucky for the clan it is then.

The deputy's gaze lingered to where the apprentices' den was. Quillpaw was supposed to be waiting inside, but the soft chatter in the den was enough to signal his apprentice was awake. The younger cat had enough brain power to realize it was time to join with his mentor.

Interactions/Mentions: LONELYRAIN & Minteafresh

Saffronpaw & Lionpaw
Lionpaw only gave a mere look in Quillpaw's direction, about to snap back when the cool tone of his mentor had appeared. Rookwind had materialized here, and then left again only to leave a small reminder/warning for the golden, ginger cat. Sometimes the senior-ish feline tended to scare him with how she could just....be somewhere like a starclan cat just swishing into the forest. But maybe that was just all he was thinking inside his head. Despite all that, he wasn't stressed since the she-cat wasn't much of a pain in the tail for a mentor. What really worried him was how jittery Saffronpaw would get since her mentor was Perchstar. Luckily the old cat looked to be going easy on her, and himself due to the inability to due sort of things at that age. The idea of having a different cat as the leader shot a ripple down his spine.

"Will do, Rookwind!"

Lionpaw called out, fluffing out his fur and going right out while seeing the feline he was just thinking about approaching. The leader! Was everyone just going to the appentices' den so it could be targeted? How cruel, the young cats can be responsible too. Not many understood that, though, even when they were apprentices at least once. If they weren't, Lionpaw didn't understand how they were in this clan at all. Before exiting, he could hear the soft noise of embarrassment coming from Saffronpaw-probably because she just got scolded by him.

The gray she-cat, though, had spotted the wobbly one approaching and had already leapt to her paws and reached over to the leader. He seemed to be questioning if she was awake or not, so she replied with the voice she had not-so-long-ago forgotten she had. "I'm awake! Have you eaten prey yet, before we get started on our training and all? Or should I eat some too, too? But that would give me some stomach cramps, and seeing Fluffywish wouldn't be quite the best this early in the morning...ah, I went on a rant again! Morning Perchstar. What'll we be learning today?"

She finally ended her sentence, giving Quillpaw a look as if to ask if they were going to be getting up or not. If she peered to the side, she'd be able to make out Cedarnose having a short conversation with two warriors; possibly waiting for his apprentice.

Interactions/Mentions: Minteafresh & LONELYRAIN

Anemonesnarl
Anemonesnarl left Freckleberry in the den, unable to just inhale fresh air without overhearing a heated argument, which was stopped by Fluffywish. Buzzardstrike and Sunnykite accompanied the quarrel, meaning something big was stirring. And...what's this? Buzzardstrike taking upon the duty of creating a patrol? That cat must've done or said something to get such honor. But she had less things to worry about. Everything in her mind was close to turning up sour; one because Cedarnose had the audacity to leave her, and second to that was for Thrushwhisker to just completely vanish from the camp clearing. He must be doing his same old walks out in the forest, lazing around. The feline soon enough made her way to Buzzardstrike, huffing out a swift reply.

"Are you taking on more cats on this small dawn patrol? If that is so, I'd gladly come upon the chance. It's not like I'm going to have Cedarnose speak to me again until after he delivers me a fresh-kill later on, so this is the only thing I can do." There wasn't anything bad she could necessarily put on Buzzardstrike. He was just a clan cat. Who was she to care who he hated or wanted to just annoy. And for the snarky reply, it was natural for her to go into phases at least once a day. Something that could brighten her day would come easily in seconds; especially since she was about to go on patrol. Most good things happen on patrols, excluding unwanted battles with rogues or other feral creatures.

Interactions: LONELYRAIN

Briarkit
"A Name I'd choose to have as my warrior name? Are you forgetting we have a title such as apprenticehood, or is your brain really the size of a seed. Actually-we're all the size of a seed! But if I could pick from all the words...I'd be Briardance. It only makes sense, since I always have to watch you, Cloverkit, and Chestnutkit dance around in the clearing like prey for any waiting fox. Sometimes I just can't help but mention all my littermates are a bit too loud for my opinion. Has solitude not been a need for anycat lately? Because I sure do need it sometime." Briarkit mused softly, leaning into her mother's touch before sitting up right and giving a patch of her shoulder a hesitant lick.

Interactions/Mentions: LONELYRAIN & Minteafresh (Vaguely)