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Once again, the WindClan tom was slipping into the night. Heading for the border, though why, he wasn't quite sure. Call it stupidity or a whim, but Addaxclaw had had the sudden urge to head out towards the ShadowClan border. He knew that ShadowClan was home again. And, if he wasn't mistaken? There was a certain grumpy tom who had returned home with them. Especially after the recent events, he wanted to see if the other cat was still there. Sides heaving as he raced across the moors, Addaxclaw was once again reminded of the days when he had lived on his own. Running there, under the stars, he was pretty sure that he could have lived like this for the rest of his life. So why the sudden change? Well, being able to live one way for the rest of your life and guessing that another would lengthen your lifespan, Addaxclaw had chosen to join a Clan.

That wasn't even to mention that he had found their loyalty fascinating. How did a group of cats just decide that they were going to have each other's backs, that they were going to stick together and take care of each other through thick and thin? That they were like... well... brothers, or sisters, almost? However it had happened, that was what had attracted Addaxclaw. That loyalty. And the food hadn't seemed too unappealing either, it seemed like they had been eating pretty well at the time. The tom had guessed he would get an easy meal as long as he took care of the next cat. Well, guess what?

He hadn't been counting on some of the stuff that had been going down lately. And, he hadn't been too old when he had joined the Clan either - it was about six moons ago now, wasn't it? He was... 18 moons old now, so that sounded about accurate. After eight moons of living with his family and then four on his own, Addaxclaw almost felt like he was in a real home now. A place where he would be taken care of. As said before, as long as he was taking care of the next cat. Upon reaching the border, the tom skidded to a stop and looked along the line that separated WindClan from ShadowClan. Part of him was tempted to cross over. The smell coming from the other side was tempting. It had a pine-y and forest-y scent, one that made Addaxclaw wonder if ShadowClan would have been the better Clan to join.

On the open moors of WindClan, he felt more free, but there - perhaps there was more secure. He would have to ask Lynxthroat about it, if the tom was there, that was. Not like Addaxclaw was waiting for him or anything. No, he was just here for strictly - professional reasons, yeah. He couldn't sleep! Not in the warriors' den, with dozens of warriors in there at the moment, some snoring, all curled up and happy and unaware of the problems that lay out there for loners. It was something that Addaxclaw thought of every night. The fact that everyone was so blissfully unaware of what happened to loners when they were out there alone in the world.

And, sitting there right then, he felt lucky. Lucky to be a part of something like this and lucky to have a home. Lucky to know that he would have someone to watch his back tomorrow, that he would probably eat tomorrow, that there were cats back in the Clan who cared for and counted on him and would die for him if needed. Complete strangers, even, would die for him - because that was how the Clans worked, wasn't it? They were so selfless it was almost enough to make Addaxclaw sick. He wasn't sure how anyone could care that much. But somehow they did, and he wasn't sure if he would ever be enough.

They prayed to their Clan of stars, their... their StarClan, was it? But he didn't believe that dead cats could help them. It was just luck. It was fate. It was something beyond anyone's control, and fate was smiling on WindClan at the moment. Despite everything that had happened - it was smiling on ALL the Clans.
As per usual, the tom-cat was out of camp once again. Sleep wasn't the reason this time, however, he just felt slightly claustrophobic after being hidden up in the camp for so long. Shadowclan had been so caught up with travelling back to their own territory, and then with the fight at the gathering; everything just seemed so horrible. Maybe Starclan was against them as a clan. It seemed that way at least, with all the pain that they were inflicting upon the felines. Shadowclan may not have been properly infatuated with the war at the gathering, but family members were slaughtered, and friends were relentlessly turning on one another. When some of the warriors returned to camp with their heads bowed, and sides heaving with matted fur; Lynxthroat almost felt bad for them, without even knowing what had happened. Some of the younger cats whom he had associated himself with had even got caught up in the fight. They didn't want to risk their lives, but in the spite of the moment, Shadowclan would always protect themselves before anyone else. It riled Lynxthroat up, because he wished so badly to be able to turn back time, and fix the whole thing up; but his brain was realistic and told him that it wasn't possible. That didn't mean that he wouldn't try though.

I guess you could say that Lynxthroat had changed a little after the whole scenario. Sympathy flowed more strongly through his veins, although it was still outbalanced by his hatred. He became more understanding of other feline's lives, and how much some of them had lost in the past moon or so. But, most of all, the bob-tailed feline had lost respect for the leaders of Thunderclan and Windclan, which was kind of sad. The members of both clans were undeniably strong-willed and powerful, yet their leaders had superiority; and they decided to use that superiority to get the better hand. Only, it didn't work out in this circumstance. If Shadowclan had been ready, and they had enough time to regain themselves after the flooding, then they could of fought back no problem. Most of them were still getting comfortable with Goldenstar's leadership as well! Gosh, it all seemed like it was timed to affect Shadowclan. Despite the fact that it had nothing to do with them.

Sticky mud could be felt under-paw, causing Lynxthroat's gaze to travel downwards. He observed the mess around his paws and legs, but decided to ignore it. Hey, apparently mud was soothing for paw-pads, according to some cats. And, anyways, it could've been worse. The tom-cat had stood on thorns before, so this was basically nothing. Dragging his viridescent globes up from the oozing mud, Lynxthroat came to the realisation that he was rather close to the border between Shadowclan and Windclan. Perhaps he should scout out the border, just in case the Windclan cats had the guts to push their boundaries. If Thunderclan and Shadowclan became angered by them, then they were in trouble. A lot of trouble. He decided for the best, and increased his pace to a steady trot; willing himself that this was the best option, and that it was a good idea for him to check for any dangers.

A figure of cat, or so he assumed, outlined by the moonlight from behind it. They were close enough to the border for Lynxthroat to jump into a jog towards them. He could've been running head-first into something he shouldn't be, but since when did that stop him? Legs extending, and air blossoming out from his tainted lips; like he was simply kissing the air. As he approached the feline, something hit him; like he had remembered something that had been lost. A smirk tugged at his lips, and a playful demeanour replaced that tensed-up one. His neck fur still bristled, signifying that the male was still a little scared, but otherwise his bodice was usual. Not calm: just usual.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here." The brute commented, now turning the earth up from underneath him. He stood a length or two away from the other tom, but he could clearly trace the lines of his frame without a problem. The feline looked well, he probably hadn't been all too active in the fight either; although, maybe he had just been exceptional at battle. His eyes were the same as when they had first met, and Lynxthroat could feel himself just trailing his eyes across the other tom's coat. It was odd, yes, he just felt as if he could let his guard down when he was around Addaxclaw. Nothing more.
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As per usual, the tom-cat was out of camp once again. Sleep wasn't the reason this time, however, he just felt slightly claustrophobic after being hidden up in the camp for so long. Shadowclan had been so caught up with travelling back to their own territory, and then with the fight at the gathering; everything just seemed so horrible. Maybe Starclan was against them as a clan. It seemed that way at least, with all the pain that they were inflicting upon the felines. Shadowclan may not have been properly infatuated with the war at the gathering, but family members were slaughtered, and friends were relentlessly turning on one another. When some of the warriors returned to camp with their heads bowed, and sides heaving with matted fur; Lynxthroat almost felt bad for them, without even knowing what had happened. Some of the younger cats whom he had associated himself with had even got caught up in the fight. They didn't want to risk their lives, but in the spite of the moment, Shadowclan would always protect themselves before anyone else. It riled Lynxthroat up, because he wished so badly to be able to turn back time, and fix the whole thing up; but his brain was realistic and told him that it wasn't possible. That didn't mean that he wouldn't try though.

I guess you could say that Lynxthroat had changed a little after the whole scenario. Sympathy flowed more strongly through his veins, although it was still outbalanced by his hatred. He became more understanding of other feline's lives, and how much some of them had lost in the past moon or so. But, most of all, the bob-tailed feline had lost respect for the leaders of Thunderclan and Windclan, which was kind of sad. The members of both clans were undeniably strong-willed and powerful, yet their leaders had superiority; and they decided to use that superiority to get the better hand. Only, it didn't work out in this circumstance. If Shadowclan had been ready, and they had enough time to regain themselves after the flooding, then they could of fought back no problem. Most of them were still getting comfortable with Goldenstar's leadership as well! Gosh, it all seemed like it was timed to affect Shadowclan. Despite the fact that it had nothing to do with them.

Sticky mud could be felt under-paw, causing Lynxthroat's gaze to travel downwards. He observed the mess around his paws and legs, but decided to ignore it. Hey, apparently mud was soothing for paw-pads, according to some cats. And, anyways, it could've been worse. The tom-cat had stood on thorns before, so this was basically nothing. Dragging his viridescent globes up from the oozing mud, Lynxthroat came to the realisation that he was rather close to the border between Shadowclan and Windclan. Perhaps he should scout out the border, just in case the Windclan cats had the guts to push their boundaries. If Thunderclan and Shadowclan became angered by them, then they were in trouble. A lot of trouble. He decided for the best, and increased his pace to a steady trot; willing himself that this was the best option, and that it was a good idea for him to check for any dangers.

A figure of cat, or so he assumed, outlined by the moonlight from behind it. They were close enough to the border for Lynxthroat to jump into a jog towards them. He could've been running head-first into something he shouldn't be, but since when did that stop him? Legs extending, and air blossoming out from his tainted lips; like he was simply kissing the air. As he approached the feline, something hit him; like he had remembered something that had been lost. A smirk tugged at his lips, and a playful demeanour replaced that tensed-up one. His neck fur still bristled, signifying that the male was still a little scared, but otherwise his bodice was usual. Not calm: just usual.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here." The brute commented, now turning the earth up from underneath him. He stood a length or two away from the other tom, but he could clearly trace the lines of his frame without a problem. The feline looked well, he probably hadn't been all too active in the fight either; although, maybe he had just been exceptional at battle. His eyes were the same as when they had first met, and Lynxthroat could feel himself just trailing his eyes across the other tom's coat. It was odd, yes, he just felt as if he could let his guard down when he was around Addaxclaw. Nothing more.
Muscles tensed as the feline heard another cat approaching. Addaxclaw narrowed his eyes, as though that would make his vision clearer, and breathed a sigh of relief when the cat came further into view. It was just Lynxthroat - the tom he had met here before. A sense of relaxation set in, and the fear vanished from Addaxclaw's stance. It wasn't like him to be so on edge - but after recent events, he was feeling slightly less confident then usual. That battle had been fierce... and Addaxclaw had hardly fought in it, as a matter of fact, all he had done was land a couple of blows and run. As a former loner, it was in his blood to run when there was that big of a fight. And what a fight it had been! Those Dusk Syndicate cats were big, and mean, and... and Addaxclaw wondered if he wouldn't have been better off fighting harder. At least they had won in the end. Those ThunderClanners wouldn't stand a chance next time, too... next time Addaxclaw would fight harder. Or maybe he wouldn't, but he'd at least give it more of a shot rather then just running away.

He would try a little harder. "So nice to see you too," He answered somewhat absentmindedly, scanning his surroundings while his tail twitched back and forth. The tom was on the lookout for trouble - yet trouble wouldn't strike out here, in the middle of the night in WindClan territory. It was late - too late for him to be up, really, and all other cats were sleeping in hopes of having rejuvenated spirits and energy the next morning. But for Addaxclaw? He had gone to a Clan to escape some of this stuff, the danger and all. It seemed he would have been better off on his own. Maybe he wouldn't have gotten caught up in all of this. Was it even worth it? All the fighting and everything? Addaxclaw wasn't sure, but he would surely wait and see for at least a little longer. He was free out here - in the middle of the night - with no one around, except for a certain ShadowClanner.

One that, if Addaxclaw didn't know himself better, he would have said he was practically stalking at this point. Eventually his attention returned to Lynxthroat, and he smirked just the smallest bit. It was more of a half smile, to be honest, but the words that left his maw were more important then his expression. "Are you doing alright, Addaxclaw? Why yes, thank you, Lynxthroat for your concern." The imaginary conversation that he was holding with himself might have sounded like slight insanity, had it not been for the teasingly raised pitch of his voice when he pretended to mimic Lynxthroat's own. That was the type of conversation Addaxclaw wished he had. And the type he was pretty sure didn't exist for him. For whatever reason, his clanmates seemed more then suspicious of the newcomer - had he been there from a younger age, or perhaps for longer, they might have been more willing to accept him. But there were definitely cats who didn't seem to want him around. At least he had a few good friends. There were those cats who were much friendlier to him, and acted like they could handle him. He was thankful for them - and as for the others? Well, if they were going to be that rude, they could do as they pleased. Addaxclaw wasn't going to deal with them.

No sir, not him. He was going to open his maw to speak again, when he seemed to think better of it and instead turned his attention towards the sky. Did Clan cats really believe there were ancestors watching over them somewhere up there? What was the place called, StarClan? And they called the stars... Silverpelt, or something like that. Addaxclaw hadn't really picked up on the traditional beliefs and terms of the Clan yet, which made him seem like even more of an outsider. That was okay, he was just going to have to try a little harder and maybe someday he would finally belong there. He couldn't always be just 'that loner' forever, anyways... at some point he was going to have to be accepted into the inner workings and dealings of the Clan.

Whenever that would happen, Addaxclaw would be ready for it. Heck, he was ready now! But patience was a virtue, confidence was a blessing, and at the moment, he was keeping them both very close to him. Patience and confidence were his best friends right now - especially the confident part, Addaxclaw could have used some extra if he were being honest with himself. Yet just as he had overcome the obstacle of his first apprentice (a former loner, just like him) he would overcome this new obstacle. The obstacle of winning everyone in WindClan's trust - or at least, some of their trust.
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Muscles tensed as the feline heard another cat approaching. Addaxclaw narrowed his eyes, as though that would make his vision clearer, and breathed a sigh of relief when the cat came further into view. It was just Lynxthroat - the tom he had met here before. A sense of relaxation set in, and the fear vanished from Addaxclaw's stance. It wasn't like him to be so on edge - but after recent events, he was feeling slightly less confident then usual. That battle had been fierce... and Addaxclaw had hardly fought in it, as a matter of fact, all he had done was land a couple of blows and run. As a former loner, it was in his blood to run when there was that big of a fight. And what a fight it had been! Those Dusk Syndicate cats were big, and mean, and... and Addaxclaw wondered if he wouldn't have been better off fighting harder. At least they had won in the end. Those ThunderClanners wouldn't stand a chance next time, too... next time Addaxclaw would fight harder. Or maybe he wouldn't, but he'd at least give it more of a shot rather then just running away.

He would try a little harder. "So nice to see you too," He answered somewhat absentmindedly, scanning his surroundings while his tail twitched back and forth. The tom was on the lookout for trouble - yet trouble wouldn't strike out here, in the middle of the night in WindClan territory. It was late - too late for him to be up, really, and all other cats were sleeping in hopes of having rejuvenated spirits and energy the next morning. But for Addaxclaw? He had gone to a Clan to escape some of this stuff, the danger and all. It seemed he would have been better off on his own. Maybe he wouldn't have gotten caught up in all of this. Was it even worth it? All the fighting and everything? Addaxclaw wasn't sure, but he would surely wait and see for at least a little longer. He was free out here - in the middle of the night - with no one around, except for a certain ShadowClanner.

One that, if Addaxclaw didn't know himself better, he would have said he was practically stalking at this point. Eventually his attention returned to Lynxthroat, and he smirked just the smallest bit. It was more of a half smile, to be honest, but the words that left his maw were more important then his expression. "Are you doing alright, Addaxclaw? Why yes, thank you, Lynxthroat for your concern." The imaginary conversation that he was holding with himself might have sounded like slight insanity, had it not been for the teasingly raised pitch of his voice when he pretended to mimic Lynxthroat's own. That was the type of conversation Addaxclaw wished he had. And the type he was pretty sure didn't exist for him. For whatever reason, his clanmates seemed more then suspicious of the newcomer - had he been there from a younger age, or perhaps for longer, they might have been more willing to accept him. But there were definitely cats who didn't seem to want him around. At least he had a few good friends. There were those cats who were much friendlier to him, and acted like they could handle him. He was thankful for them - and as for the others? Well, if they were going to be that rude, they could do as they pleased. Addaxclaw wasn't going to deal with them.

No sir, not him. He was going to open his maw to speak again, when he seemed to think better of it and instead turned his attention towards the sky. Did Clan cats really believe there were ancestors watching over them somewhere up there? What was the place called, StarClan? And they called the stars... Silverpelt, or something like that. Addaxclaw hadn't really picked up on the traditional beliefs and terms of the Clan yet, which made him seem like even more of an outsider. That was okay, he was just going to have to try a little harder and maybe someday he would finally belong there. He couldn't always be just 'that loner' forever, anyways... at some point he was going to have to be accepted into the inner workings and dealings of the Clan.

Whenever that would happen, Addaxclaw would be ready for it. Heck, he was ready now! But patience was a virtue, confidence was a blessing, and at the moment, he was keeping them both very close to him. Patience and confidence were his best friends right now - especially the confident part, Addaxclaw could have used some extra if he were being honest with himself. Yet just as he had overcome the obstacle of his first apprentice (a former loner, just like him) he would overcome this new obstacle. The obstacle of winning everyone in WindClan's trust - or at least, some of their trust.
The last time they had both met, Lynxthroat's toes had been soaked with the moist, Riverclan dirt. This time, it was fairly similar. The rank smell of fish was nonexistent however, much to his glee. It wouldn't be hard to admit that the ground in Riverclan was almost the same as the terrain of Shadowclan, both quite wet and marshy; with cat-tails placed here and there. It was kind of odd, how he'd grown up the entirety of his life so used to the same muddy substance underneath his paws. If he were to move to one of the other neighbouring clans, he would probably struggle to hunt and fight; at least until he had gotten used to drier land. The territories were all unique too. When Shadowclan's areas had flooded over with water, and the cats had moved over to Riverclan, Lynxthroat had made sure to remember any significant places on their territory. And, boy, were there a lot of them. He had noticed that the prey consisted of mostly fish, so the cats had basically become accustomed to hunting in wet conditions. The plants were all fairly dull too, with only a few bright berries sprouting out here and there.

He assumed that the other clans had their own secrets hidden within their territory. Lynxthroat was pretty sure that there were only certain herbs that grew in certain territories; or that's what he had gathered from Daypaw's ventures away from camp. It made him wonder what it was like in the other clans, maybe he'd be better in one of their camps'; instead of the boring, old Shadowclan's. It was hard waking up and doing the same thing over and over, seeing the same sights constantly. Perhaps it would be best to change up his routine a bit. Some action never did anyone harm, right?

Scoffing at the other tom's sarcastic tone, Lynxthroat couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Oh, my dear Addaxclaw," he mewed, with an equal amount of sass dripping from his words, "It's been so long! I could barely cope without you!" The male drew out his words, and forced a more feminine-hint to his tone, whilst dramatically flailing about. His eyebrows slanted downwards, and sadness feigned across his features. Of course, this didn't last long; and he swiftly averted his behaviour back to its usual, 'cool and emotionless' mode. A smirk wound its way upon the tom's lips, tugging at the left side of his face especially; although, with the lack of moonlight gleaming down upon the area, it was pretty well hidden.

Willing his mitts to move forwards, the tom was now able to smell the fresh and citrus-y scent that lignered on the Windclanner. It was somehow refreshing to his scent glands, and it was difficult to admit to, but Lynxthroat actually liked the smell. Or, it was at least nice compared to the monotonous smell of pine and earth that most Shadowclan cats had adapted to. His hind legs draped underneath the thicker fur of his belly, and sooty-brown paws were almost covered in the lighter-brown shades of fluffy fur. The bob-cat sat almost like he was too lazy to even bother with anything else; shoulders hunched forward at an angle, and ear-tips running in line with the top of his skull. A faint sparkle glimmered within the leaf-green depths of his eyes. But it seemed to be more dulled out by the fact that his body seemed almost like it was so heavy that the tom couldn't carry it.

However, he perked up at the sound Addaxclaw's voice once more. Shaking his cranium from side-to-side in as gentle a way as he could muster, whilst his breath momentarily hitched inside of his windpipe. Lynxthroat turned to face the male, putting the entirety of his attention onto the tom-cat. "Alright, alright." He sighed, giving in to the Windclanner and his sarcasm.
"Genuinely," he announced, with as stoic a face as he could present, "how have you been?" Lynxthroat couldn't deny that the male ahead of him had been, in fact, growing on him. Who would've thought that a sour-faced homophobe could potentially befriend a flirty tom? And of an opposite clan, too! Lynxthroat was actually kind of proud of himself, he'd never of seen something like this coming.
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The last time they had both met, Lynxthroat's toes had been soaked with the moist, Riverclan dirt. This time, it was fairly similar. The rank smell of fish was nonexistent however, much to his glee. It wouldn't be hard to admit that the ground in Riverclan was almost the same as the terrain of Shadowclan, both quite wet and marshy; with cat-tails placed here and there. It was kind of odd, how he'd grown up the entirety of his life so used to the same muddy substance underneath his paws. If he were to move to one of the other neighbouring clans, he would probably struggle to hunt and fight; at least until he had gotten used to drier land. The territories were all unique too. When Shadowclan's areas had flooded over with water, and the cats had moved over to Riverclan, Lynxthroat had made sure to remember any significant places on their territory. And, boy, were there a lot of them. He had noticed that the prey consisted of mostly fish, so the cats had basically become accustomed to hunting in wet conditions. The plants were all fairly dull too, with only a few bright berries sprouting out here and there.

He assumed that the other clans had their own secrets hidden within their territory. Lynxthroat was pretty sure that there were only certain herbs that grew in certain territories; or that's what he had gathered from Daypaw's ventures away from camp. It made him wonder what it was like in the other clans, maybe he'd be better in one of their camps'; instead of the boring, old Shadowclan's. It was hard waking up and doing the same thing over and over, seeing the same sights constantly. Perhaps it would be best to change up his routine a bit. Some action never did anyone harm, right?

Scoffing at the other tom's sarcastic tone, Lynxthroat couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Oh, my dear Addaxclaw," he mewed, with an equal amount of sass dripping from his words, "It's been so long! I could barely cope without you!" The male drew out his words, and forced a more feminine-hint to his tone, whilst dramatically flailing about. His eyebrows slanted downwards, and sadness feigned across his features. Of course, this didn't last long; and he swiftly averted his behaviour back to its usual, 'cool and emotionless' mode. A smirk wound its way upon the tom's lips, tugging at the left side of his face especially; although, with the lack of moonlight gleaming down upon the area, it was pretty well hidden.

Willing his mitts to move forwards, the tom was now able to smell the fresh and citrus-y scent that lignered on the Windclanner. It was somehow refreshing to his scent glands, and it was difficult to admit to, but Lynxthroat actually liked the smell. Or, it was at least nice compared to the monotonous smell of pine and earth that most Shadowclan cats had adapted to. His hind legs draped underneath the thicker fur of his belly, and sooty-brown paws were almost covered in the lighter-brown shades of fluffy fur. The bob-cat sat almost like he was too lazy to even bother with anything else; shoulders hunched forward at an angle, and ear-tips running in line with the top of his skull. A faint sparkle glimmered within the leaf-green depths of his eyes. But it seemed to be more dulled out by the fact that his body seemed almost like it was so heavy that the tom couldn't carry it.

However, he perked up at the sound Addaxclaw's voice once more. Shaking his cranium from side-to-side in as gentle a way as he could muster, whilst his breath momentarily hitched inside of his windpipe. Lynxthroat turned to face the male, putting the entirety of his attention onto the tom-cat. "Alright, alright." He sighed, giving in to the Windclanner and his sarcasm.
"Genuinely," he announced, with as stoic a face as he could present, "how have you been?" Lynxthroat couldn't deny that the male ahead of him had been, in fact, growing on him. Who would've thought that a sour-faced homophobe could potentially befriend a flirty tom? And of an opposite clan, too! Lynxthroat was actually kind of proud of himself, he'd never of seen something like this coming.
The sarcasm in Lynxthroat's voice made Addaxclaw's eyes sparkle with amusement and appreciation. He was almost excited to hear it coming from Lynxthroat's maw, because to him, that was a sign that their friendship was beginning to take off. Who would've thought that a former loner from WindClan and a grumpy ShadowClan tom who didn't seem to like anyone could've been such good friends? Certainly not Addaxclaw, but here they were. He had come to the border not exactly to see Lynxthroat, but it wouldn't have hurt. He could almost see himself stepping across the border and embracing the other tom as an old friend. While Addaxclaw had always been a risk taker, he hadn't always been... well... that much of one. He wouldn't be able to push himself to do that, that was too much for him, and there was a thin line between taking a risk and being stupid. If he crossed that line, he might never get Lynxthroat's friendship back.

"Well, I'm glad you have the courage to admit it." He retorted snarkily, his eyes sparkling with laughter even as he spoke. Addaxclaw's confidence had taken a hit recently, but being here and feeling freer, being able to laugh and joke around, it was something that definitely helped. Whether Lynxthroat was aware of it or not, he was mending a cat's wounded pride. Having an apprentice was a different experience then the tom had first imagined. It wasn't as hard, but it was trying. He wished he could just pass on the knowledge from his mind to Swiftpaw's without ever speaking so that the apprentice would know exactly what needed to be done and do it perfectly, but as that wasn't an option, Addaxclaw was doing his best to train Swiftpaw without making the other cat feel... well... bad. He had some things in common with his apprentice; they had both grown up outside of the Clan, although Addaxclaw knew that it would probably be harder for Swiftpaw to blend with the other apprentices. Younger cats could be crueler, and that was nothing but the truth.

He remembered younger cats, and even cats his own age (because he had been young) being cruel and making fun of him when he had first joined WindClan. Yet his confidence hadn't wavered through that, he had always been overly confident and while it'd been knocked down to the point where it was a good amount, now it was starting to shrink again with his doubt in being able to care for the apprentice. Lynxthroat's question brought him out of his mental world, and he looked at the larger tom. "I've been getting by. I have an apprentice now - Swiftpaw - he was born outside the Clan too," He mewed with a small sigh. His thoughts turned to Galespring; she had been one of the few warriors who'd been truly nice to Addaxclaw, and he was grateful for the friendship... he'd needed that. She was close to Blazingstar, but he hadn't seen her around lately and it was starting to worry him.

If anything had happened to the she cat, Addaxclaw wasn't sure what he would do. She was older then he was, more like a sister-figure then anything else - not old enough to be a mother-figure, she had been his first friend so she was a little more then "just a normal friend" and Addaxclaw wasn't interested romantically in she cats. If he was, there was no doubt it would have been proven by now. But it hadn't been. "And you, how have you been?" He asked, looking over Lynxthroat again. Addaxclaw had a much slimmer build then the other tom - and more defined, perhaps. That could have been due to the fact that Lynxthroat was much fluffier then him, and it probably was, since Addaxclaw genuinely doubted he was weak or anything like that.

On the contrary, he had no doubt that Lynxthroat could probably seriously hurt him if he wished to do so, and was silently thanking StarClan - whether they were real or not, Addaxclaw figured it couldn't hurt just in case - that the tom was a friend of his. He would just have to remember to stay on Lynxthroat's good side.
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The sarcasm in Lynxthroat's voice made Addaxclaw's eyes sparkle with amusement and appreciation. He was almost excited to hear it coming from Lynxthroat's maw, because to him, that was a sign that their friendship was beginning to take off. Who would've thought that a former loner from WindClan and a grumpy ShadowClan tom who didn't seem to like anyone could've been such good friends? Certainly not Addaxclaw, but here they were. He had come to the border not exactly to see Lynxthroat, but it wouldn't have hurt. He could almost see himself stepping across the border and embracing the other tom as an old friend. While Addaxclaw had always been a risk taker, he hadn't always been... well... that much of one. He wouldn't be able to push himself to do that, that was too much for him, and there was a thin line between taking a risk and being stupid. If he crossed that line, he might never get Lynxthroat's friendship back.

"Well, I'm glad you have the courage to admit it." He retorted snarkily, his eyes sparkling with laughter even as he spoke. Addaxclaw's confidence had taken a hit recently, but being here and feeling freer, being able to laugh and joke around, it was something that definitely helped. Whether Lynxthroat was aware of it or not, he was mending a cat's wounded pride. Having an apprentice was a different experience then the tom had first imagined. It wasn't as hard, but it was trying. He wished he could just pass on the knowledge from his mind to Swiftpaw's without ever speaking so that the apprentice would know exactly what needed to be done and do it perfectly, but as that wasn't an option, Addaxclaw was doing his best to train Swiftpaw without making the other cat feel... well... bad. He had some things in common with his apprentice; they had both grown up outside of the Clan, although Addaxclaw knew that it would probably be harder for Swiftpaw to blend with the other apprentices. Younger cats could be crueler, and that was nothing but the truth.

He remembered younger cats, and even cats his own age (because he had been young) being cruel and making fun of him when he had first joined WindClan. Yet his confidence hadn't wavered through that, he had always been overly confident and while it'd been knocked down to the point where it was a good amount, now it was starting to shrink again with his doubt in being able to care for the apprentice. Lynxthroat's question brought him out of his mental world, and he looked at the larger tom. "I've been getting by. I have an apprentice now - Swiftpaw - he was born outside the Clan too," He mewed with a small sigh. His thoughts turned to Galespring; she had been one of the few warriors who'd been truly nice to Addaxclaw, and he was grateful for the friendship... he'd needed that. She was close to Blazingstar, but he hadn't seen her around lately and it was starting to worry him.

If anything had happened to the she cat, Addaxclaw wasn't sure what he would do. She was older then he was, more like a sister-figure then anything else - not old enough to be a mother-figure, she had been his first friend so she was a little more then "just a normal friend" and Addaxclaw wasn't interested romantically in she cats. If he was, there was no doubt it would have been proven by now. But it hadn't been. "And you, how have you been?" He asked, looking over Lynxthroat again. Addaxclaw had a much slimmer build then the other tom - and more defined, perhaps. That could have been due to the fact that Lynxthroat was much fluffier then him, and it probably was, since Addaxclaw genuinely doubted he was weak or anything like that.

On the contrary, he had no doubt that Lynxthroat could probably seriously hurt him if he wished to do so, and was silently thanking StarClan - whether they were real or not, Addaxclaw figured it couldn't hurt just in case - that the tom was a friend of his. He would just have to remember to stay on Lynxthroat's good side.
An odd pang hit the tom in the stomach, causing his face to scrunch up; despite it being almost unnoticeable to the eye. His tufted audits flicked back and forth constantly, the hums of crickets and grass churning in the breeze grabbing their attention. The male brought his robust cranium to face the Windclan cat, absentmindedly gazing at the tom. Guilt, almost regret, lingered in the very depths of his verdant oculars. Although, you'd only be able to spot it if you looked hard enough. It seemed as if his emotions were confused, and they were just hopelessly bubbling around inside of him.

At Addaxclaw's snarky comment, Lynxthroat forced himself to utter an airy chuckle. It was odd for him to let the laughter slip through his tough demeanour so easily, but it just so happened to occur. Somehow, the tom seemed perfectly fine with it though, and instead of shaking his head in disapproval, or taking a few steps back from the other male, he just grinned. Albeit, it was a stupid, smug type of grin; and it didn't last too long either.
His heavy paws shuffled forwards a bit more, and the male gradually slunk his barrel down onto the ground. It was clear that he had moved ever-so-slightly closer to the border between the two clans. His mitts were basically trespassing onto the other territory, but there would probably be around an inch left if you took the fur away from them.

The swaying of the vegetation on the Windclan territory intrigued the tom, but as soon as his eyes had travelled to the flatter terrain, they had been taken back to the familiar, mud-like earth closer to them. A look of displeasure masked across his face, and Lynxthroat forced his entire attention back to the feline.
"An apprentice, eh?" He seemed to feign a surprised expression, a fake gasp making its way up from his rounded mouth. His brows fell quickly, though, and he relaxed his features once again. "I'm not actually that surprised, to be honest. You seem like you'd be good at that kind of stuff." The tom spoke in his usual, monotonous tone. Although, it was no lie that there was sincerity in his words, and he was being truthful about what he had said. If he hadn't know the tom much, he would've still assumed that he'd have an apprentice. He just had that sort of unique niceness to him, something that you didn't get very often in cats.

"I guess I've been fine. Nothing has really happened that strikes my mind..." His deep voice broke out, accompanied by the twitching of his whiskers. The male diverted his view towards the sky, deciding that he'd had enough of watching the Windclanner in front of him. He traced his pools across the vast darkness, noticing how little amounts of stars were on show tonight. Clouds were placed carelessly, hiding the glimmering white dots from his prying self. Yet, even with the lack of twinkling stars in the skies, Lynxthroat was at peace. The same serenity that lingered around him when they first had met, was still there. And it almost... surprised the tom? But, he tried not to think too hard on the matter. It was probably just the refreshing breeze and faint scent of grass that brought him to a calm state.

His chest pushed itself out as the Shadowclan tom inhaled a large amount of air. Filling his lungs to their maximum capacity, he let the pent-up air break through his lips as a heavy sigh.
"But anyways, what brings you out here on tonight of all nights?"
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An odd pang hit the tom in the stomach, causing his face to scrunch up; despite it being almost unnoticeable to the eye. His tufted audits flicked back and forth constantly, the hums of crickets and grass churning in the breeze grabbing their attention. The male brought his robust cranium to face the Windclan cat, absentmindedly gazing at the tom. Guilt, almost regret, lingered in the very depths of his verdant oculars. Although, you'd only be able to spot it if you looked hard enough. It seemed as if his emotions were confused, and they were just hopelessly bubbling around inside of him.

At Addaxclaw's snarky comment, Lynxthroat forced himself to utter an airy chuckle. It was odd for him to let the laughter slip through his tough demeanour so easily, but it just so happened to occur. Somehow, the tom seemed perfectly fine with it though, and instead of shaking his head in disapproval, or taking a few steps back from the other male, he just grinned. Albeit, it was a stupid, smug type of grin; and it didn't last too long either.
His heavy paws shuffled forwards a bit more, and the male gradually slunk his barrel down onto the ground. It was clear that he had moved ever-so-slightly closer to the border between the two clans. His mitts were basically trespassing onto the other territory, but there would probably be around an inch left if you took the fur away from them.

The swaying of the vegetation on the Windclan territory intrigued the tom, but as soon as his eyes had travelled to the flatter terrain, they had been taken back to the familiar, mud-like earth closer to them. A look of displeasure masked across his face, and Lynxthroat forced his entire attention back to the feline.
"An apprentice, eh?" He seemed to feign a surprised expression, a fake gasp making its way up from his rounded mouth. His brows fell quickly, though, and he relaxed his features once again. "I'm not actually that surprised, to be honest. You seem like you'd be good at that kind of stuff." The tom spoke in his usual, monotonous tone. Although, it was no lie that there was sincerity in his words, and he was being truthful about what he had said. If he hadn't know the tom much, he would've still assumed that he'd have an apprentice. He just had that sort of unique niceness to him, something that you didn't get very often in cats.

"I guess I've been fine. Nothing has really happened that strikes my mind..." His deep voice broke out, accompanied by the twitching of his whiskers. The male diverted his view towards the sky, deciding that he'd had enough of watching the Windclanner in front of him. He traced his pools across the vast darkness, noticing how little amounts of stars were on show tonight. Clouds were placed carelessly, hiding the glimmering white dots from his prying self. Yet, even with the lack of twinkling stars in the skies, Lynxthroat was at peace. The same serenity that lingered around him when they first had met, was still there. And it almost... surprised the tom? But, he tried not to think too hard on the matter. It was probably just the refreshing breeze and faint scent of grass that brought him to a calm state.

His chest pushed itself out as the Shadowclan tom inhaled a large amount of air. Filling his lungs to their maximum capacity, he let the pent-up air break through his lips as a heavy sigh.
"But anyways, what brings you out here on tonight of all nights?"
The WindClanner felt a pang of embarassment, followed by the glow that he generally got when a compliment was given to him. However, neither one of these showed, his confident stance never fading, and it seemed like any modesty he would have shown was now gone. "I know. I've been doing good - we've got a lot in common." He mewed, puffing out his chest slightly. Part of him felt like he should be doing something to grow larger in order to make his size closer to the other tom's. Lynxthroat was larger then he was, and more powerful then he was, probably - Addaxclaw had always been somewhat small, not quite "runt of the litter" small but his size was nowhere near the fluffy other cat's. He felt a little bad, for answering so confidently, when Lynxthroat had actually been trying to be nice, but it was not only a part of who he was but something that just came naturally to him.

In a situation that was different, it was Addaxclaw's natural response to answer as confidently as possible. He never wanted anyone to see that he was upset. He never wanted anyone to see when he was nervous. Most of the time, Addaxclaw thought he could ace things. But on the occasions he did get nervous - he was worried that someone else would be judging him. In a Clan, it seemed that there was always some gossip going around. He'd been the cause of it for a little while, the newcomer in the Clan, the outsider. An outsider that probably wasn't wanted there. For a while, he'd felt pretty unwanted before meeting Galespring, and now he had a couple other friends. It was nice to feel like someone cared whether he lived or died, after all. And, now he had a few other cats. His apprentice included. Swiftpaw was a very nice young cat, and Addaxclaw was sure that he would go far in the Clan. Sometimes it was easier to be an apprentice. "Eh, old habits." He laughed, eyes sparkling, but - if it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him - there was actually some nervous pressure behind his laugh. What did he have to be nervous about?

That question always stamped out any doubts he had, and it did so now as well, pushing whatever anxiety Addaxclaw had back to the back of his mind and turning it to much happier - much different thoughts. "That, and I couldn't sleep. I've never been much of one for staying in a den with that many other cats... not since I joined the Clan, and not now. I guess old habits die hard... and I'm not making much of an effort to stamp them out." He partly wanted to offer more explanation, but also didn't want to bore Lynxthroat to death. The tom certainly wasn't out here to hear Addaxclaw's story of how he had happened to come out here.

How, practically every night, he would find somewhere out in the territory to sleep. He'd make an effort a few times a week, but if he was too tired to, he would just find somewhere else to go. And no one missed him, and no one questioned it. Not Galespring, not Swiftpaw, not anyone else. If the tom didn't know better he would guess that they didn't care at all. But Galespring had been busy and he hadn't seen much of her lately, and as for Swiftpaw, well... he was still an apprentice. Addaxclaw only saw him during training, not caring to do much socialization outside of that time. Not with his apprentice, anyways. Swiftpaw was going to need to make some other friends eventually - some friends in the apprentice's den. And he had been doing just fine on his own, at least as far as Addaxclaw could tell he had been.

He still couldn't read the younger tom very well and Swiftpaw certainly didn't always confide in him yet. It was a shame - Addaxclaw knew how tough it was to be the "new cat" and he could have given the other cat a few pointers if he needed them. But, it seemed his apprentice was determined to do things on his own. Turning his thoughts back to the present, the WindClanner fixed Lynxthroat with a smile.

"And what about you? What brings you out here tonight?"
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The gray-furred warrior did not want to stay for much longer, and would prefer to leave before the gross scent engulfed him and turned him into a ShadowClan cat. However, he was willing to stay just a little while longer to let Bumblepaw adjust to the other clan. ``What do you think of ShadowClan?`` Smokethorn was eager to know what his apprentice thought of the shadow-y clan? Did Bumblepaw feel frightened simply at the thought of them? Did he feel darkness swallow his heart, looking into the forest ahead of them? Did he think ShadowClan could be as stealthy and heartless as they were in the stories the queens and elders used to scare the kits?
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Smokethorn brought Bumblepaw to the border WindClan shared with ShadowClan first. He observed the dark pine forest on the other side of the invisible line and he wrinkled his nose in distaste of the strong scent. Luckily, there were no ShadowClan members in sight, so the mentor-apprentice duo could take their time. ``Here's the border we share with ShadowClan. Careful not to cross it. Most Clan cats aren't very forgiving if you cross their borders. Especially with leaf-bare coming, tensions will be incredibly high. Now, scent the air. Inhale ShadowClan's nasty scent and remember it.`` He also breathed in the typical ShadowClan smell in an effort to encourage Bumblepaw. He couldn't help but feel repulsion flow through him.


The gray-furred warrior did not want to stay for much longer, and would prefer to leave before the gross scent engulfed him and turned him into a ShadowClan cat. However, he was willing to stay just a little while longer to let Bumblepaw adjust to the other clan. ``What do you think of ShadowClan?`` Smokethorn was eager to know what his apprentice thought of the shadow-y clan? Did Bumblepaw feel frightened simply at the thought of them? Did he feel darkness swallow his heart, looking into the forest ahead of them? Did he think ShadowClan could be as stealthy and heartless as they were in the stories the queens and elders used to scare the kits?
Before the two of them even came to the border Bumblepaw already knew what Clan they would see first. He could tell from the immense amount of trees that were popping up more frequently as their bodies moved deeper, their shade engulfing the two cats and slaughtering the sunny moor. The second clue was the the smell the longer the apprentice stayed in the shadowy place the longer the stench had time to crawl its way into his pelt. Bumblepaw felt he'd never get clean! Shadowclan, Bumblepaw thought to himself. Despite being in unfamiliar territory the tomcat knew it.

The stench curled around Bumblepaw but despite that, the apprentice obeyed his mentor and took a deep breath. His brain wrapped around it, memorizing it. He could smell the marshy grounds in the distance, and the deep undergrowth that churned by worms. The most notable scent was the over-powering minty aroma of the pine trees. It was so strong it gave Bumblepaw a headache. He'd never seen a pine tree before but he knew this was them. He'd stayed up countless nights listening to the older apprentices laugh and joke about trying to climb them, against their mentors rules. Bumblepaw himself would never disobey Smokethorn like that but didn't mind the stories from the others.

The apprentice closed his eyes making sure he remembered. And when he was sure the scent was imprinted in his brain he started pacing thinking about Shadowclan. He knew the warriors had a history of living up to their dark name, but at the moment with Thunderclan lingering in the back of his mind, the pine scented cats were not on his list of immediate fears. That didn't mean the shadows didn't make Bumblepaw uncomfortable, but he was able to mask his nervousness with hard eyes. "They smell." Bumblepaw mewed. "At least I'll be able to notice that if they try and sneak into our territory." He looked to Smokethorn hoping this was a acceptable answer.
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Before the two of them even came to the border Bumblepaw already knew what Clan they would see first. He could tell from the immense amount of trees that were popping up more frequently as their bodies moved deeper, their shade engulfing the two cats and slaughtering the sunny moor. The second clue was the the smell the longer the apprentice stayed in the shadowy place the longer the stench had time to crawl its way into his pelt. Bumblepaw felt he'd never get clean! Shadowclan, Bumblepaw thought to himself. Despite being in unfamiliar territory the tomcat knew it.

The stench curled around Bumblepaw but despite that, the apprentice obeyed his mentor and took a deep breath. His brain wrapped around it, memorizing it. He could smell the marshy grounds in the distance, and the deep undergrowth that churned by worms. The most notable scent was the over-powering minty aroma of the pine trees. It was so strong it gave Bumblepaw a headache. He'd never seen a pine tree before but he knew this was them. He'd stayed up countless nights listening to the older apprentices laugh and joke about trying to climb them, against their mentors rules. Bumblepaw himself would never disobey Smokethorn like that but didn't mind the stories from the others.

The apprentice closed his eyes making sure he remembered. And when he was sure the scent was imprinted in his brain he started pacing thinking about Shadowclan. He knew the warriors had a history of living up to their dark name, but at the moment with Thunderclan lingering in the back of his mind, the pine scented cats were not on his list of immediate fears. That didn't mean the shadows didn't make Bumblepaw uncomfortable, but he was able to mask his nervousness with hard eyes. "They smell." Bumblepaw mewed. "At least I'll be able to notice that if they try and sneak into our territory." He looked to Smokethorn hoping this was a acceptable answer.
``Yes, ShadowClan are a stinky bunch,`` Smokethorn chuckled softly, gazing over the invisible line commonly referred to as the border. ``Though keep in mind that there are a few of them worthy of our kindness.`` As an older warrior, he's encountered many felines who either did or did not deserve his friendliness. Smokethorn was someone who believed that everyone should be respected at first introduction. Then as time passes by, the respect either grows or loses its shine depending on the other feline's actions. He preferred not to make friends with other clans' members and in all honesty, Smokethorn would be perfectly fine with just his mate and his kits beside him. But that didn't mean he didn't care for his other kin or friends, or even his apprentice Bumblepaw, because he genuinely looked out for them. Often, Smokethorn's apprentices became family, and he always watched after them once they became warriors. Most definitely, Bumblepaw and Smokethorn's bond will not falter even beyond death.


``Come, we will visit the ThunderClan border next,`` Smokethorn meowed, glancing over at the younger tomcat. He observed his apprentice very briefly, simply looking the other tom over quickly. ``Tell me if you tire, alright? I wouldn't want to exhaust you on your first day out.`` Smokethorn was willing to end the day short if Bumblepaw weren't up to it. He was quite proud of his patient manner, and was perfectly fine with putting the ThunderClan and RiverClan border off one more day. Smokethorn wasn't even sure if he wanted to visit the ThunderClan border yet, not with tensions so high.
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``Yes, ShadowClan are a stinky bunch,`` Smokethorn chuckled softly, gazing over the invisible line commonly referred to as the border. ``Though keep in mind that there are a few of them worthy of our kindness.`` As an older warrior, he's encountered many felines who either did or did not deserve his friendliness. Smokethorn was someone who believed that everyone should be respected at first introduction. Then as time passes by, the respect either grows or loses its shine depending on the other feline's actions. He preferred not to make friends with other clans' members and in all honesty, Smokethorn would be perfectly fine with just his mate and his kits beside him. But that didn't mean he didn't care for his other kin or friends, or even his apprentice Bumblepaw, because he genuinely looked out for them. Often, Smokethorn's apprentices became family, and he always watched after them once they became warriors. Most definitely, Bumblepaw and Smokethorn's bond will not falter even beyond death.


``Come, we will visit the ThunderClan border next,`` Smokethorn meowed, glancing over at the younger tomcat. He observed his apprentice very briefly, simply looking the other tom over quickly. ``Tell me if you tire, alright? I wouldn't want to exhaust you on your first day out.`` Smokethorn was willing to end the day short if Bumblepaw weren't up to it. He was quite proud of his patient manner, and was perfectly fine with putting the ThunderClan and RiverClan border off one more day. Smokethorn wasn't even sure if he wanted to visit the ThunderClan border yet, not with tensions so high.
Bumblepaw nodded promising himself he would not do anything to disturb Thunderclan, he prayed to Starclan the warriors of the mighty clan would stay on their own side of the border, and let the duo train. The warriors in there had to understand Bumblepaw was a novice. Right? Despite this uncertainty Bumblepaw wanted to see the border, just in case it came down to it and he had to fight. He wanted to get the lay of the land. The apprentice wasn't strong, yes, but he knew what the phrase 'work smarter not harder' meant. And he was determined to live by it's teachings.

Bumblepaw trekked on. He was in no way tired as Smokethorn had asked him. His paws moved him onward his head high and observing every tree and blade of grass. Every sound, every scent. Bumblepaw made sure he documented it all. The chirp of a bird, and the response of it's partner. The way the pines slowly turned into oak trees and how the patterns of the sun was displayed through their leaves. It was quite serene the world Bumblepaw lived in. He wondered how anyone could fight when there was so much beauty around them. It dawned on the young apprentice that, thats exactly why they were fighting. Everyone wanted the beautiful land for themselves. This made Bumblepaw angry. What would be the point of fighting for the land if you just destroyed it in the process?

At this point, Bumblepaw almost WANTED a Thunderclan patrol to stumble upon the two. It almost seemed poetic. Maybe Bumblepaw could tell them his revelation? He looked at Smokethorn. The warrior was strong and brave, but Bumblepaw had seen the way his gaze darkened when he spoke of Thunderclan. Yes, the tom was respectable, but just like all the other cats in all the clans, his mentor wanted to see his own clan flourish. As he should, being a prominent member of the clan. Bumblepaw's eyes hardened. "Smokethorn." He whispered quietly. "When does the battle between Thunderclan and Windclan start?" A sense of Windclan pride filled the young toms chest. He wanted to fight for his clan and help them defeat these cats who were trying to take away their own beautiful rolling hills on the moor.
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