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Originally Posted by Celestial

@.:Blue Wishes:. @meraki
[ hope you don’t mind ?? ]

Moving swiftly across the territory Daisyshade lead her two apprentices farther from camp into the large expanse of bordered land, following the path her and Charmpelt had followed earlier that morning on a quick patrol. Something about his odd disappearance during and wanting to be alone on the border struck her as odd though. A reminder to be dealt with later was set in place. Wether or not he was doing something against the warrior code or was simply just doing what he said he was doing, she was now wondering if she should have been a little more pushy and gone with him In secret of course, though she didn’t wanna seem like a creep. The she cats tail twitched with the thought of being a creep umong her clan mates. Her shoulders stiffened but she closed her eyes and reassured herself that it was fine to be curious. Just not a stalker. The deputy nearly forgot about the apprentices who trotted along behind her.

The tabby looked over her shoulder replacing a contemplative glance with an affectionate and loving look. “Where did your mentor finish off, phloxpaw?” she asked tenderly. Such subjects made the she cat itch and now she was training a cat who has lost their mentor she was a little hesitant to ask much about where they had gotten to within training. Even though she had a few loose cannon ideas in mind for today. She looked back ahead just in time to steer away from a bundle of thicket left in her pathway trying her hardest to make it look intentional and not a near miss. Just clearing the brunt end but being nicked a few times on the nakes which she responded with a tender flick of an ear. Ouch! who on this earth would just leaverandom bundles of thickets and thorns lying around? She turned once she was on the other side and swept it away careful not to pick her paw as she pushed it off to the side clearing the path once more.

Flustered she raised her head glancing at the smaller tom and she cat with a shrug before turning around and walking again just ahead of them til she veered off to the right this time towards the riverclan and shadowclan border. A good first lesson, borders, maybe some tracking in between. Perhaps we can find out what Charmpelt was doing back there. she looked over her shoulder waving her tail to catch their attention before quickening her pace to a nice settle run. Just ahead the tree line looked over the clearing that followed the border all the way to the ocean. She peered through the trees, a sigh of relief flooding over her when she didn’t spot anyone at first glance. She came to a haunt when the ditch that curved beneath her cane between them and the border. “Who can tell me what border this is just by the scent?” she questioned not looking over at them but studying the landscape with a searing green gaze. “Try puffing our your chests, breath through your mouth and let it sink into your mind. What does this scent remind you of?” she probed deeper now glancing sideways at them.

@.:Blue Wishes:.
Typically, Poxpaw was an incredibly boisterous feline with ethereal energy that never ceases to flow through her. She’d chatter for hours if allowed, and never gave up on a debate or argument. But ever since the untimely death of Foxpelt, her previous mentor, the lively apprentice had lost most of her signature excitement. She was quiet now, indecisive and uncharacteristicly so. Foxpelt had lost his life while the two were out training, and he was teaching her how to properly fish. Phloxpaw could recal it as it it had been yesterday;

“Phlox-Phloxpaw, look here.” The excited tomcat meowed eagerly in order to gain the attention of the distracted she-cat. “Look here- do you see the size of that fish? It could likely feed two cats in itself! Watch closely.” He instructed, his amber eyes falling back to the rushing waters.
Phloxpaw sat down, watching but a tad distracted. “Okay,” She meowed simply without much enthusiasm. The tom didn’t say much to that, but crouched down, with the red furs of his thick pelt brushing the earth below him. “Three,” he began counting. “Two, one!” He exclaimed, striking an unsheathed claw into the river, the harsh moment up carrying though into the river, and the flame colored tom with it. He let out a surprised shriek as his body hit the rushing, bubbling water and he was swiftly carried down into the rapids. “Foxpelt!” Phloxpaw screeched, and there was a moment that felt like an eternity in which Phloxpaw stood, frozen, doing nothing. Her mind raced as she tried to think rationally, to no avail. Then, the apprentice turned tail and fled back to the camp, shouting and shouting noncense until two other warriors accompanied her. The warriors followed her to where Foxpelt was last seen, before they ran downstream and sent Phloxpaw back to camp.
The next morning, the body of Foxpelt was carried limply back to camp. He was pronounced as dead nearly immediately after being brought back.


The dark pelted feline hardly heard Daisyshade’s voice, but looked up at the deputy. Phloxpaw contemplated her new mentor’s question, and almost couldn’t remember. “We- we left off with the basics of hunting. Yknow, like the patience part. Where you have to wait quietly before catching anything.” She meowed after a thoughtful moment. The feline picked up her pace as Daisyshade sped up a bit, coming to a halt when the deputy did. She glanced around in silence, before lifting her nose and inhaling deeply, catching the sharp, nasty smell of ShadowClan. “Ugh,” She cringed. “Gross ShadowClanners, that’s what.” Phloxpaw said grotesquely.