[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by Constellation

If Lynxpaw would had known that his big brother - well, big half-brother was standing up to their father, the tougher would had cheered him on. Stayed on his side. It was about time someone put Ratheart in his place. Lynxpaw wasn't close to his father just like their other siblings, quite frankly he was weirded out by the rat-looking Tom. So, Lynxpaw stayed away. Currently, he had been batting at a fallen leaf, cornering it as if it were his prey. He growled at it, taunting the object, and laughing as well. Others around him may see that he...was still a kit at heart. He liked to frolic around without a care in the world. You'd expect this Tom to never be bored. But, as he clawed at the lead, it drifted onto his nose. Lynxpaw stared at it, cross eyed and he wiggled his figure in order for it to fall off. Smirking, Lynxpaw crouched again. He was ready to attack his 'prey' but a loud argument entered his ears, so he stopped playing. "What's with all the commotion?" It was such a beautiful day on the windy moors, so what was the need to argue?

Lynxpaw heard the familiar voices. Definitely Ratheart and Hunterfang. Lynxpaw could feel his fur heating up - was their father bullying Hunterfang!? That thought alone made Lynxpaw want to rip his father's eyes out because no one messed with Hunterfang. No one. He was about to storm into their direction, getting into a battle that wasn't his, but Hunterfang had walked away. So, Lynxpaw followed after him, a heavy stride that displayed that he wasn't happy. Lynxpaw appeared behind his role model, and puffed out his chest. "Hunterfang!" He called, happily, with a hint of worry. "Do you want me to claw his eyes out? Tear his ears off? Rip his tongue out? Just give me the word, and I'll do it!" He didn't like it when his Half sibling was mad. Hunterfang deserved all the finest in life. It was ashame that Ratheart didn't see it.

~OWO~

It's been a tough moon for Springwind. He lost the only thing that made him feel whole. Like the sun. Or, the moon on a full moon night. He felt like he lost all his stars, the pieces of his heart, scattered and lost; forever unable to find. After the death of his mate, and the birth of new kits that went along with her, Springwind been a traveling nomad within his own clan. He felt like he had no home. After all, he lost his brother, his best friend...now, his mate and kits? What type of game was Starclan playing at? Springwind knew he couldn't shout his pain, or show others his misery. It wouldn't be fair to them, for a Tom to be heartbroken and they're uncomfortable to be within his company. So, he strolled about, the world mute to him. No birds were chirping, no crickets, no bird songs - nothing. Just uneasiness as he bowed his head down. The white and grey splotched tom felt that he was grieving enough. So, he tried to get out and get some sun; it didn't work. He just felt worse. He dropped his ears, closing out all sounds. He closed his eyes, hoping that by a miracle he'd find a cliff and recklessly fall off. Death was on the top of his list currently, and that was the sad fact. On the other hand, he still had duties to carry out. He had another apprentice that needs to be taught, and he couldn't abandon her just because of his own sadness, so he continued to walk about. Aimlessly, he looked for her (not really) but he rather for her to find him than him to find her. If anyone could see him from a distant, they'd realize he was a walking zombie.

Hunterfang must have been still too furious if he hadn't noticed his little half-brother trailing behind him. He jumped, fur bristling, and spun around when he heard Lynxpaw. Hearing his rapid questioning, the Tom gave a weary sigh and flicked his tail, waiting for his brother to get it out of his system, because he knew talking over Lynxpaw was not a good idea. But it gave him time to think about his response. He was about to snap at him, tell him to leave the matter alone, but the worry in his brother's voice stopped him. The Tom paused, and his expression softened considerably. "No, Lynxpaw." He murmured, flicking his tail over the Toyger's back gently and shooting a sharp glare toward Ratheart, who looked... Honestly a little lost, and pretty angry, but Hunterfang didn't care. Not anymore. No. He was done. Done with his father forever. "It's fine." He said again, looking down at his half-brother.

"Well, now that all that is outta the way," Hunterfang spoke up again after a moment, letting his tail-tip brush gently against Lynxpaw's shoulder. The younger Tom was annoying at times with how much he followed Hunterfang around and his excited nature... But at the same time, Hunterfang seriously adored the kid. He was a good cat. He was gonna be a good cat. Hunterfang couldn't wait to see the kind of Tom his brother turned out to be. "Why don't we do a little training now? Whattya say, bro?" He offered a grin, looking down at his apprentice.

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Sorrelpaw was annoyed beyond belief. First; Springwind was assigned her mentor. Her mentor. She had to deal with that - that annoying Tom who didn't even take her seriously. And then, she was abandoned, ignored, neglected. Not being trained like she should be. A hiss escaped her lips, claws raking over the ground. Her eyes narrowed as her gaze followed Hunterfang and Lynxpaw, then her eyes flickered toward Ratheart. So, he finally stood up to that rat. She thought, feeling something... Close to respect for her brother for the first time. But that wasn't the point. Sorrelpaw was annoyed. Too annoyed to even try to listen for the voices right now. She wanted to get her training over with and become a warrior. So, she scanned the area for her mentor, and when she found him, she immediately surged forward, growling to herself as she stormed over to him. "Springwind!"