The large silvery she-cat let out a small chuckle at Ammilkit's burst of excitement, pleased to know he was excited to become an apprentice. She remembered how fond she was of her own mentor; she'd idolized the tom for as long as she could remember, and having him as her mentor gave her the headstart she needed. "An apprentice? No, not yet," She explained, the words tinted with hope as she continued thinking about having the pale tom-kit as her own apprentice. He was a promising young kit, with the potential to become an incredible warrior someday. The large she-cat watched as a few spots of rain fell to the otherwise dry ground, the thick scent of petrichor lacing the humid air. She would have been worried for Ammilkit, had the air around them not been so stingy and hot; a thunderstorm was on its way, it would seem. Owlflame loved watching the graceful strikes of lightning dancing across the gloomy sky, the beat of thunder in the distant background. She found such a natural occurrence so intriguing, and whilst other's found it quite intimidating Owlflame couldn't help but look on with a sense of calmness and tranquility. "Are you alright up there? Just tell me when you want to get down, okay?" The silvery feline inquired an unfamiliar maternal tone to her usually much more sarcastic voice.

Hawkclaw would pad out of the warrior's den. His paws carried him over to the fresh kill pile were he picked up a mouse before he walked back over to the warrior's den. He'd sit right outside of the den. He took a bite out of his mouse. His mouth flooded with the taste of the prey which brought a smile to his face. As he finished up he licked his paw and drew it over his head before sitting right back down to see if Flowerpool was around. The gray and white toms fur moved lightly in the slight breeze he could feel.
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