Lotus hadn't seen this guy in like... two forevers. This was Sparrow's friend, right? Chickencat. Hehe. The troublesome girl skipped over, brilliant blue eyes glimmering with excitement. At 5 moons, she was still on the younger side, but if she was with THREE whole other cats, nothing would go wrong. "Hiya, guys! Chickencat, you're looking droopy today, do ya need a hug?" Of course he did! She had learned from the best, Mudhound, her mentor, her muddy buddy. Darting over, if he didn't dodge, she would give him a snug hug. A snuggle huggle. A snuggy huggy. And she wouldn't stop until he was perky again!
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Re: ThunderClan Territory
Hades quietly looked at the territory before him. This was his best shot at avoiding William, so he'd best take it. He quietly padded forwards a few times.
Rateye had been on a small stroll when he came across a small kit who seemed scared."Hello, young one. You shouldn't be here. Is something wrong?" He mewed to the kit.
"Th-there's this mean tom that killed mommy and now me and my siblings have split up to try and escape him cos he said we were next..." Hades mewed to the large tom who had approached him.
"Typical. Just typical. William is up to his old tricks." Rateye sighed angrily. He gently nuzzled the kit before picking it up by the scruff. "Cmon, I'll take ya to Bumblestar."
Hades was startled when he was suddenly picked up. The little kit looked around in confusion.
Luckily, all zoomies around camp as a kit paid off, and the young Siamese was able to keep up, stumbling behind her mentor, a thrill of excitement rushing through her. They were running away from everyone, fleeing the scene of the crime that was launching a pebble at Muddy's sister. Well, she didn't do anything... but she wished she coulda helped out! That was funny, although she wasn't sure if anyone other than Mudhound and probably Wolfpaw could do that to their fierce leader and not get skinned alive.
Giggling between pants as they finally slowed down, Lotuspaw blinked her bright blue eyes at her mentor as they spoke, a large smile curling across her face as they assured her that Bumblestar wouldn't be mad at her. She wouldn't really mind if she was or not, but the knowledge that she wasn't going to get her ears cuffed clean off was comforting to say the least.
With every passing moment she was growing more and more fond of her mentor, even though it wasn't technically her first time out of camp. When the sinkhole had opened up when she was two moons old, she had gone outta camp- she was actually heavily encouraged to leave camp. Like... she was yelled at to, because the ground was super hungry and was trying to eat cats and stuff. Her Auntie Dove got eaten by the ground, but she was okay now. Probably.
ANYWAYS, she got to pick what she wanted to do, which was not something she thought apprentices got to do. She thought that her mentor would be bossy and stuff, but her Muddy-Buddy was super fun! This was going to be the best day of her LIFE. "I wanna see the WHOLE territory!" Her voice came out as an excited, kitlike squeak, and she lowered her voice near the end to sound more... older?
Hidden in the Shadows Shypaw Lurked through the territory... She kept her eyes open as she explored silently, trying to not make much noise, for she didn't need anyone finding her out here, or for that matter, finding her and treating her as if she was a stupid kit, not able to take care of herself outside the camp... she was 11 moons old, more then ready to roam by herself, sure she had no battle training, but with heer shadow fiend ability she could hide and spy as good as anyone, perhaps better...
besides, how else was she to learn the territory? by waiting her life away in camp? no, she'd just follow her nose, to find the boarders and find the limits of her range.
oh, if someone found her, let them yell... the shy she-cat didn't like yelling, but hey how else was she to become a warrior if she couldn't navigate her own home turf?
She flinched as she pasted a thoorny bush as it wripped at her shoulder fur... whatever... she disliked thorns in the first place. at least it was very minor. she took a deep breath before trudging on...
at least if she was careful no one would find her out here... except maybe a high rank, which she hoped wouldn't happen... open
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She had noticed the other branching off but didn't think much on it since he was able to do what he wanted, she couldn't say the same for her. Leafpaw had been sniffing around along with roaming blue eyes around for any signs of prey life. The first glance she'd get of one she was going to snag it like they were out of style, couldn't escape her if she was fast enough. Just as she was possibly following a trail of what she was assuming a mouse, she decided to glance up at one of the two. Well it looked like she wasn't going to catch her first prey on her own if the look Alderstep sent said anything about that. She looked over silently to what he was signaling and noticed the fat bird, oh that looked like a good nights meal right there they had to get it. Taking his note she moved slowly in a crouch already and moved to the left of the grouse, she liked the idea of surrounding this prey. The apprentice hoped they caught this thing because if they didn't she was going to be petty for a while, how does one not get caught when surrounded by predators?! Yeah, this would turn into a petty moment for her if they didn't snag this thing and bring it back to camp. For now she waited for the moment that one of them would spring for it, or maybe all of them she wasn't who would go for the shot first. She glanced over to Yarrowcrest and took a page from him and slowly inched forward, maybe if they could angle it towards the deputy he could get it.
Though the young warrior had branched off to the right, he was still following along. Padding carefully through the underbrush, he continues to listen closely for any movement around them. An ear flicks as he acknowledges the fact that Alderstep had stopped moving. Immediately his gaze is upon the deputy, eyes alert and curious to the stop. That is until he also opens his mouth and scents the air. So that was it... He had scented grouse. What an exciting hunt. It would be quite the prize to bring back to camp.
Yarrowcrest continues to watch the other in wait, eager to receive some kind of instruction on how he wanted to proceed. Between the three of them Alderstep was definitely the most experienced hunter. From what he knew it was something that the other took very seriously, though he never had the honor of accompanying him on a hunt before this. He'd have to watch closely and take mental note of his movements... It was a good thing that he had already begun to go right, wasn't it? Because it seems as though that's what the deputy now wanted. Or that's what Yarrowcrest took from the silent communication.
Nodding in understanding, he scans the forest floor for Leafpaw, just to be sure she was still nearby. A small wave of relief washes over him as he makes eye contact with the apprentice and before he moves again he offers a small smile and a nod in her direction.
This was time to show a cat like Alderstep what he could do. He was young, sure, but he wasn't a incompetent! Sometimes his passive nature could make him come off that way. But this tom was going to prove that he's earned his rank of warrior. And perhaps he was seeking a bit of praise deep down.
Heeding the instruction, Yarrowcrest continues off right, beginning to move closer to the fowl. He is sure to stay hidden amongst the foliage lest his presence become known to their prey. Birds were always difficult to catch-- they were so flighty, haha. So he had to be careful not to make a mistake as he rounded to get on one of it's unsuspecting sides and wait for the three of them to close in together.
And yep, the other two had branched off. Alderstep flicked his ears forward, taking careful, silent steps toward the grouse. He noted that Leafpaw was doing the same. He then glanced over at Yarrowcrest. A plan formulated in his mind. Given the aches he was experiencing currently, Alderstep felt like playing it safe. The young warrior was obviously going to be less experienced than he, but he was more spry. Alderstep couldn't afford himself making a mistake because old wounds hurt. The best plan was for him and Leafpaw to drive the grouse toward Yarrowcrest, who would ideally catch the fat feathered bird. But if the white-and-orange cat didn't, Leafpaw was in a good position to catch the grouse as well, if Alderstep was guessing at the grouse's flight path correctly.
That plan was promptly thrown out once Alderstep realized that Leafpaw was subtly angling herself to...drive the grouse to him. Oh. The deputy winced. Alright, he could work with that. That was fine. He bunched his muscles up, though slowly so as not to twinge them. At least it was cooler out here. He might've already thought that. He wouldn't know, he was too caught up in the hunt.
Because, if he was going to be quite honest, he liked this part of hunting the most. The moment just before prey is caught, when you're holding your breath and treading carefully, and you could practically feel the apprehension in the air. The sheer adrenaline of it all. Alderstep could never get used to it; he loved it too much. He glanced at his clanmates, signaling with his eyes that he was ready when they were.
Silver Lightning walked boldly through Thunderclan's territory his blue eyes scanning the forest as he did so. Today the Shadowclanner was 14 moons old, and he'd come to this area of the forest looking for a fight. No not a fight, but a kill. And if he wasn't mistaken, just walking here was enough to get some squirrel to attack him. The perfect part was that since a war was going on, he could kill however many cats he wanted without reprimand. He walked swiftly, going deeper into the territory as his slivery white pelt gleamed in the sunlight.
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Despite trying (again, trying was the key word here) to bring other cats with him when he went and did stuff like hunting, Alderstep still appreciated his alone time. Hunting on his own? He deserved a little treat sometimes. So, the deputy was stalking through the forest, eyes bright for any sign of prey when to his wonder, he came across a bush with a tuft of hair caught in it and the fresh scent of a clanmate on it.
Alderstep blinked, trying to discern whose scent it was. And if he should follow it. Hesitation pricked at his pelt until he finally decided to just go see who it was. He didn't even have to say hello, he could just go check. So off he went, following the cat's scent trail.
Oh joy, it was a kit out in the territory. "Hey," Alderstep called, eyes narrowed. Who let their 'paw out of their sight? Ugh. "What're you doing out here?" he hissed, padding over to the young cat. He really did not feel like dealing with this right now. Maybe, if the kid gave him a good reason why she was out where she shouldn't be, he'd let her off the hook or something.
Unfortunately, life couldn't be easy. Another cat's scent was caught in Alderstep's olfactory senses; this time, it was the distinctive stench of a rat. Alderstep growled his frustrations, shooting the 'paw a sharp glance before going a short way to find out who else was somewhere they shouldn't be.
Great cats, this guy wasn't even trying to hide; Alderstep could see the sun practically lighting up his pelt. "Hey!" the russet cat snarled. "The hell do you think you're doing?!" Stars, he hoped that apprentice went back to camp or something so she didn't have to get caught up in this. There goes Alderstep's fun alone time out in the territory.
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alderstep
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First came Treepaw, about as enthusiastic as Alderstep had expected. He gave her a small nod in greeting, somewhat surprised that she'd woken up so easily. Couldn't be him, that's for sure. After giving the tabby 'paw a quick once-over, he looked back again to the den entrance, awaiting the arrival of the second apprentice.
See, Fireflypaw was taking about the same amount of time as he normally would to wake up and - oh. Alderstep's face twinged up in confusion. What did 'get Lotuspaw off' mean? He mentally shook his mind. Whatever it was, it didn't matter because both his apprentices were awake and ready to go for a stroll. He nodded similarly to Fireflypaw, then turned on a dime and led the two out of the camp, saying, "I'm taking you two on a tour."
First stop, the territory. Everybody needs to know the territory, right? Yeah. Obviously. "This is the territory," Alderstep pointed out, though that was a given. They probably already knew that. "Any questions?" he asked. Stars, he was terrible at this. He had to be. He looked around at the tall trees, at the bushes and leaves littering the ground, listened to the birds' calls up in the canopy, and scented the smell of moss and rotting leaves and stale prey. He liked this place and how familiar it was. Nothing felt more like home than the territory. Looking at his apprentices, Alderstep hoped they liked it as much as he did. If that was even possible.
Despite trying (again, trying was the key word here) to bring other cats with him when he went and did stuff like hunting, Alderstep still appreciated his alone time. Hunting on his own? He deserved a little treat sometimes. So, the deputy was stalking through the forest, eyes bright for any sign of prey when to his wonder, he came across a bush with a tuft of hair caught in it and the fresh scent of a clanmate on it.
Alderstep blinked, trying to discern whose scent it was. And if he should follow it. Hesitation pricked at his pelt until he finally decided to just go see who it was. He didn't even have to say hello, he could just go check. So off he went, following the cat's scent trail.
Oh joy, it was a kit out in the territory. "Hey," Alderstep called, eyes narrowed. Who let their 'paw out of their sight? Ugh. "What're you doing out here?" he hissed, padding over to the young cat. He really did not feel like dealing with this right now. Maybe, if the kid gave him a good reason why she was out where she shouldn't be, he'd let her off the hook or something.
Unfortunately, life couldn't be easy. Another cat's scent was caught in Alderstep's olfactory senses; this time, it was the distinctive stench of a rat. Alderstep growled his frustrations, shooting the 'paw a sharp glance before going a short way to find out who else was somewhere they shouldn't be.
Great cats, this guy wasn't even trying to hide; Alderstep could see the sun practically lighting up his pelt. "Hey!" the russet cat snarled. "The hell do you think you're doing?!" Stars, he hoped that apprentice went back to camp or something so she didn't have to get caught up in this. There goes Alderstep's fun alone time out in the territory.
Silverlightning stopped abruptly as the fresh scent of Thunderclan infiltrated his nose. A moment later the voice of one sounded. He turned to look at the russet tom, a simple smile spreading across his maw. "Hey I think I've seen you at the gathering before, aren't you Plantwalker or something like that?" he asked in his still somewhat childish voice. If he could have chosen more deeper voice he would've, but unfortunately it seemed that he hadn't physically matured enough for that. Anyway, subtly the warrior took a seat and wrapped his tail around his paws. He didn't want the deputy to notice the unsheathing of his claws. Nor did he want to reveal why he'd come until it was time, and seeing as how the tom was too far away from his prey to get him off guard he was pretty sure it wasn't time.
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And yep, the other two had branched off. Alderstep flicked his ears forward, taking careful, silent steps toward the grouse. He noted that Leafpaw was doing the same. He then glanced over at Yarrowcrest. A plan formulated in his mind. Given the aches he was experiencing currently, Alderstep felt like playing it safe. The young warrior was obviously going to be less experienced than he, but he was more spry. Alderstep couldn't afford himself making a mistake because old wounds hurt. The best plan was for him and Leafpaw to drive the grouse toward Yarrowcrest, who would ideally catch the fat feathered bird. But if the white-and-orange cat didn't, Leafpaw was in a good position to catch the grouse as well, if Alderstep was guessing at the grouse's flight path correctly.
That plan was promptly thrown out once Alderstep realized that Leafpaw was subtly angling herself to...drive the grouse to him. Oh. The deputy winced. Alright, he could work with that. That was fine. He bunched his muscles up, though slowly so as not to twinge them. At least it was cooler out here. He might've already thought that. He wouldn't know, he was too caught up in the hunt.
Because, if he was going to be quite honest, he liked this part of hunting the most. The moment just before prey is caught, when you're holding your breath and treading carefully, and you could practically feel the apprehension in the air. The sheer adrenaline of it all. Alderstep could never get used to it; he loved it too much. He glanced at his clanmates, signaling with his eyes that he was ready when they were.
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The mixed signals he was receiving were a bit difficult to decipher. Turning his attention from their prey to the deputy, he can garner that he had something in mind but perhaps changed it last second? Nonetheless, he stays put until he receives word to move.
It was an honor to be hunting with the Thunderclan deputy. Sure, he could be difficult to approach. But he was so... Impressive. The respect that bubbles in his chest almost distracts him but he wills the kit-like admiration away to stay hunkered in his spot. Now that he was a full-fledged warrior, hunting was something he did often. But being able to hunt as a team... He had hoped they were going to tackle something impressive today and he was so excited to have been proved right. Anxious claws unsheath silently into the dirt below his paws...
And then there's the look of understanding. When their gazes connect for that second, the tom nods quickly and begins to move. At once he rushes from the brush where he had lay hidden, narrowly missing landing on the bird's back. It was frustrating, but at least he was in a decent position for he and Leafpaw to scare it backwards towards the waiting hunter.
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