@Levi 99

Berrypaw nodded, pondering about some other solution. "Well, you don't have to train me fully..." she muttered, "You could, like, just go hunting or spar with me and it would count." She sighed. "You were really lucky with your mentor, you managed to complete your training fully with him. Scorchstrike, my former mentor had done hunting with me and then disappeared. Darkflower had done nothing with me and then she disappeared. I didn't like Darkflower, anyways. She was weak and everything, I think she was afraid to kill," Berrypaw meowed curtly.

@Levi 99

Berrypaw grinned. She knew she could rely on Shadefrost! "Thanks," she meowed happily. "Could we maybe spar? I know how to hunt, and even though I've taught myself some battle moves, I need more training on that." She then decided it was time to ask her best friend one of the questions that had been lingering in her mind. Even if he answered something that wasn't to Berrypaw's liking (for example him not liking Dawnstar) she wouldn't tell it to anyone. He had always been there for her. "What do you think of Dawnstar?" the molly asked curiously.

@Naiad | Condorcall
also sorry for late response !!!! :( !!

There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring the forestry environment, giving it a shady hue, for the sun had not yet fully set. Dusk had settled upon Clans like a hawk descending from the sky to seize a rodent with it’s mighty talon; quick and relentless. Condorcall had been unsuspecting of this bird of prey coming to cast the lands in an eerie dark. Though, when he found himself gripped in the claws of the ferocious beast, he welcomed it with serenity. The ShadowClanner did not sway from his site, fastened to the ground as a root beneath the earth. He had grown accustomed to the blackness and sat it through it whilst remaining unperturbed. However, far within the late hours, his eyes had fluttered shut and when he reopened them, Condorcall was greeted with the morning light shining through crevice of the undergrowth.

He had slept sitting near the edge of camp.

But it did not come as a surprise to the dark Warrior of ShadowClan as he stretched his limbs and pulled himself from the shadows. Condorcall had grown accustomed to situating his being anywhere and everywhere to rest; to him, there was no uncomfortable placement, only unique and fascinating ones. Why not discover them all? He had yet to find a reason not to. Though, he wished he could could experience it all; from the settling of dusk to the arise of dawn. It was mere misfortune that his body required rest to keep his mind un-muddled and vibrant. He wished differently, but understood it could not be.

With a sigh escaping his jaws and his paws shifting above the surface of the soil, Condorcall raised his copper hues to the sky, whiskers twitching at the view of the horizon through the towering pines. He stared longingly, before the sound of another had returned him to the pressuring reality he both loved and despised.

“Hm?”
Curious eyes had led him to the molly at his paws, the tall tomcat blinked, a response caught within his throat as he yet to muster a reply. Though, Orchidmoin took little offense to his silence, pushing him along a path less traveled by kin and creatures like himself. Sharing prey…? It made him wonder if his peers saw him as unfit to catch his own. Condorcall had never had prey bestowed before him. Frankly, his stomach didn’t feel the pains of hunger either. Yet, would it not be of chivalry to decline? He didn’t possess an answer. Rather, the tomcat bowed his head, offering a silent thanks before he raised his head.

Before a vocal gratitude to exit his tongue, Condorcall was faced with an unsuspecting query, one of his which sparked interest in his aloof hues, now glimmering with amusement. “Ah,” A light chuckle escaped the maw of the warrior as he settled himself upon the floor. ”I attempt to not make it a public display,” Condorcall explained, a slight tilt of his head. “I found it that others were not quite as intrigued with the inners of beings as I. Though, curiosity blossoms within my heritage, the yearn for knowledge is unquenchable.” He paused, clicking his tongue with the roof his mouth before continuing. “Though if answers are what you seek, then answers I shall provide. What I do with them? I study them. It is not anything too interesting for ones like yourself. But I find it… beneficial to indulge in knowledge concerning the creatures we share the air with. Don’t you agree?”

@Naiad | Condorcall

“Are not most cats?” The chide exited his maw before he could counter, though truth submerged itself in the river of his words as he floated along the current. Condorcall thought little of the reaction of the molly, but whether it be from a lack of care or display was any feline’s guess. He mostly traversed the marshland alone; accompanied by none save for his own silhouette. Who was he to heed the skepticism of others? The judgement in which they would cast was no bother to Condorcall himself, after all his antics have been proceeding for generations before he had even entered the world which he knew it to be. The ShadowClan tom was aware curiosity and wit traveled along his bloodline, and presented strongly in the kin he once knew. It was a unpredictable and often costly at times. Though the yearn to continue the family legacy and indulge himself in the unfinished experiments brought to him by his ancestors was his duty, and had been since birth.

Vulturecry had sworn his kin was destined for something; whether it be for greatness or obscurity Condorcall had yet to find out himself. Though, his father had been insistent. Condorcall was familiar with the reputation upheld by past relatives, most insignificant and gruesome than beneficial and great. Their experiments went dismissed if not disgraced. Perhaps it was that his peers didn’t understand the importance of their mischief, or maybe the peculiar family line was just too amiss to realize their faults. Whether it be, it would be something. Condorcall never required greatness. Not within his Clan. Greatness was just as much possibility as irrelevance, both of which he would be willing to acquire, as long as he provided the kin needed to make up for it.

“Siblings?” Condorcall echoed the word, a glint registering in his copper eye before he gazed towards the sky. The gears within his mind turned and after a heartbeat, the dark tomcat parted his maw to speak. Yet, nothing emitted from his tongue but a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Condorcall shook his head. “I’m afraid not.” He confirmed, returning his solemn gaze to the floor and before the prey still seated at his paws. He hadn’t touched it, hadn’t eaten it. His brows knitted in thought the as he met the clouded eye of the deceased rodent. He continue, slowly, “My mother was sworn to be barren, unlikely to retain a pregnancy despite her desire. Though, of course, it wasn’t exactly so given my current existence.” Condorcall hummed. “However… whether it had been a blessing from the stars or a curse from below, suppose that is still debated for few.”

Condorcall concluded there, giving his dark mane a swift lick before he fixed his eye on the carcass once more. Rather than engage in his normal dissection however, the tall oriental leaned forwards, taking hold of the flesh with ivory fangs before sinking his teeth into its skin. He pulled apart a chunk of the rodent, hoarding it in his maw as he chewed the flesh before the official devour. Condorcall eyed the molly then, gesturing silently for her to consume similarly.