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Originally Posted by MaskedBandits
Mulberrypaw again rubbed her head, then started rolling the moss. That was mean! I don't need to be rolling moss, I need to be training! She rolled it up quickly, not caring much about the quality versus the quantity, and little pieces of moss stuck up in places. "Done," She said once she'd done five. "I used up all the moss, too." Honestly, she'd used about half of it, and shoved the rest behind a tree. I need to be doing something productive, so let's get to the point, fast!
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Badgerstripe glanced over at the apprentice, padded over, and rolled his eyes. "You have balls of moss alright, and also of mud, twigs, stones, and who knows what else," he said unamused, while also swatting her over the head.
He padded back to his ball, beckoning his apprentice with his tail. "Watch how I do it, then go back and do the other half you left laying there," he said, almost growling. He barely dug his claws into the moss, and only got the moss and a small amount of dirt with them as he drug his claws back, forming a ball with the soft green plant.
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Originally Posted by Celanawe Stormwalker
The loner shook his head, "No, Snow of the Wind mother." He corrected but he could guess the kind of name would throw off any cat as did his own.
But a word she used made him look at her quizzically and so did her later words. "Starclan?" He asked, but it was soft like a kitten or atleast as much as a kitten with a deep and struggled voice could muster.
"Supposed be family? Ivythorn not feel Shadowclan family?" As the inquiries left his muzzle, Bane of Hunters imagined the she-cat amongst other cats.
The very shadows of cats moved around the she-cat before him, none of which either acknowledged or interacted with her. Ivythorn not cared? No strong heart in clans either? Bane of Hunters' ears twitched at the thought, pushing it away. This one made promise. Help all cats who heart needs help.
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Ivythorn pinned her ears at so many questions, though it was only really two or three. She didn't mean to allow her feelings to come into explaining her clan, but... Oh well, what had been done had been done.
"Starclan are the four clans' ancestors. There's Thunderclan, the best prey stalkers in the forest, Windclan, the speedy cats of the moores, Riverclan, the best and generally only swimmers in the clans, and Shadowclan, the, well.. Shadows, of the other clans.." she said with an empty heart. "Don't get me wrong, Shadowclan was great once. We've just had a kind of, falling out?" she couldn't grasp at the right word for it.
"I, uh..." she sighed when he mentioned her not enjoying her time in Shadowclan. "I used to get picked on a lot growing up. Shadowclan's not anywhere near the friendliest of clans, and as of right now, not nearly the strongest, though, if you ask anyone else in the clan, they'll say otherwise. They still have their clan spirit. I'm not even sure if there is a Starclan anymore..." she said, then pricked her ears and gave her chest fur a couple embarrassed licks. "Sorry, I didn't mean to poor all that on you. You're very easy to talk to.." she said, curling her tail around her paws and sitting up straight.