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The Calico twitched his ears. Ah, so he's been given an apprentice. A rather loud one at that, wonderful. And it seemed as though the kit was already shouting as the Warrior rolled over and picked himself up, making his way over to the loud ball of fur. Oh wonderful, this would be neat.
"I'll only kill ya if you don't listen." he hummed simply, curling over, so he was now in front of Cracklepaw. Leaning down, and aiming to touch noses with the younger to officiate the Apprentice Mentorship thing.
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The silver tabby looked over at Russetpaw with a smile before picking herself up and padding towards the Warrior. Giddy with excitement the apprentice gave the other a smile. "Hi, Hello. I'm excited to learn from what you'll be teaching me." she said, leaning up to touch noses with her new Mentor.
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An apprentice. It was about time that she had one, but at the same time, it left her feeling a little bit anxious. Surely she would be a good mentor, right? If Bumblestar thought that she was prepared for an apprentice, then surely she was.
She searched for her new apprentice among the crowd, and when her eyes landed on him, she trilled to herself before approaching him. “Ospreypaw,” She hummed softly once she was close enough to speak to him. “I look forward to helping you complete your training.”
Was it too formal? She wasn’t sure, but it was better to be too polite than it was to be rude, right? The apprentice was already fairly large, so she didn’t have to lean down to touch noses with him, simply lifting her chin, hoping that Ospreypaw would do the same to touch his nose to hers.
Wolfpaw glanced up, a bit surprised to hear his name called. He supposed it did make sense that he was getting a new mentor, it had been a bit since he had seen Orchidbriar. That did make him a bit sad, he hoped she was doing alright.
He stood, following what he had seen other reassigned apprentices do, and made his way to Gentledoe to… greet her, he guessed? “Hello.” He wasn’t really sure if he was supposed to say anything else? He’d let her lead, see what questions she had.
The silver tabby looked over at Russetpaw with a smile before picking herself up and padding towards the Warrior. Giddy with excitement the apprentice gave the other a smile. "Hi, Hello. I'm excited to learn from what you'll be teaching me." she said, leaning up to touch noses with her new Mentor.
~Lioncrest~
Two new apprentices for Thunderclan's ranks. Deep voice calling out their new names once each in respect, the golden tom watched with a spark of pride as both new apprentices found their mentors. Bumblestar's continuing speech, however, had his ears perking up to attention. Certainly the warriors of this clan needed to step up if their youth were to be successful; and speaking of success...
Puffing out his chest in pride as his leader called out his name to continue Silverpaw's training, Lioncrest graciously dipped his head down to touch noses with the silver tabby who approached. Thank the stars; this one seemed to have manners. Perhaps Mosspaw could learn a thing or two from training together with this Silverpaw...
"A pleasure to be assigned to continue your training young one," he hummed after a gentle nose boop with the young cat. "You shall have to inform me of where your last mentor left off in your lessons, but we will continue this discussion as soon as this meeting concludes. It is imperative to show your respect for Bumblestar by staying attentive during such things."
Settling back onto his haunches, the golden tom gestured to a spot beside him with a nod of his head before curling his tail around his paws. Best to keep apprentices close so as to keep an eye on them. Amber eyes flicked over to Mosspaw (looking visibly bored on the outskirts of the clearing) and a slight huff of annoyance escaped his jaws. Perhaps he'd take both of them out right after this... If Mosspaw was so bored, then they'd have plenty of time to commit to their duties.
Bumblestar's comment regarding the secretive status of their new camp was logical. Strategically sound. Paws crossed none of his clanmates would take that order lightly... Thunderclan needed every advantage to reclaim their once glorious position in the forest before somecat decided to snatch it from their paws.
a very Shy Shypaw coward in the corner... so many cats! how... how... how could anyone focus on anything?! loud Loud LOUD!!! She shivered and cowardly curled into a ball... enemies... in... her... head... said... to.. hide... or... be... eaten...
nobody was going to EAT HER!!!
WHO WANTED TO EAT A SKINNY BALL OF CURLED UP FUR ANYWAY????!!!!!!
Wolfpaw glanced up, a bit surprised to hear his name called. He supposed it did make sense that he was getting a new mentor, it had been a bit since he had seen Orchidbriar. That did make him a bit sad, he hoped she was doing alright.
He stood, following what he had seen other reassigned apprentices do, and made his way to Gentledoe to… greet her, he guessed? “Hello.” He wasn’t really sure if he was supposed to say anything else? He’d let her lead, see what questions she had.
GENTLEDOE
messy-furred brown she-cat with heterochromia. she/her
Surprise flashed through bicolored eyes at the sound of her name. Oh!! She was going to be receiving an apprentice, how wonderful! Gentledoe stood, though she sat down again once she saw Wolfpaw approaching her already. A smile curled at her lips, fluffy tail flicking in greeting.
"Hello, darling. It is a pleasure to be entrusted with your training," she purred, "May I ask what training you currently have, or what you are looking for? This will allow me to assemble a plan for our future training sessions." Being as he had been reassigned to her, he surely had something done, right? Hopefully, at least. It would be so very dreadful if he had been neglected- though Gentledoe felt a spark of sympathy in her for the tom. Whoever his former mentor was, she hoped they were alright.
The tabby tilted her head to the side as her companion spoke up. Folded ears twitching as she took in what the other was saying. It was odd...how he just got up and left. It didn't make sense, truthfully. In her eyes he seemed to be doing pretty great, mom and dad weren't expecting much but were still hopeful.
Bright blue eyes, flickered with surprise as Russetpaw spoke up about her lack of training. Or what she percieved to be the primary reason behind Thrushstars dissapearence. "Oh don't think like that. You know my dad said something once. Don't...what did he say. Don't self insert. You don't know what's going on in another's head. Their head, and their reasonings are theirs, and theirs alone. Don't try to stick your reasonings inside their head. Same for Vis Versa." she said, a hint of a stern tone in her voice as she looked down at the other with a gentle smile. "I hope everything is well with him, wherever he is." she said, looking up at the sky. A silent plea.
The nickname that came out of the smallers maw made the tabby fluff up in surprise. Her cheeks and even her nose felt as though they warmed up slightly, as well as her ears. Was it noticeable? She hoped not. If the nickname got her in a tizzy, the gentle shoulder tap, or an attempt at a shoulder tap, really got her frazzled. "Oh! Well, that's uh, that's good I'm glad. Though granted you did most of the talking aha." a soft laugh passing through her maw.
Odd, Silverpaw had never been distracted like this, nor so caught off guard. Maybe it was because of everything that was happening, surely. After all it's a lot that's going on. "I know it's a touchy subject, but who do you think will be your new mentor?" she asked, hopefully that would distract Russetpaw enough so she could flatten out her fur. The cheers and names of the new Apprentices who joined their pool of apprentices nothing more than background noise. She couldn't seem to focus, which was...odd for her.
RUSSETPAW
tiny, fluffy she-cat with red fur and yellow eyes. she/her
After multiple moments of thinking over Silverpaw's words, the red-furred she-cat slowly began to nod. Yeah, that made sense. At least, that's what she would tell herself. Enough to stop moping in the middle of a meeting. She needed to pay attention!
However, she still found her attention drawn in by the tabby next to her. Yellow eyes were trained on Silverpaw almost as though they were glued, unable to look away. Yet still, as Russetpaw watched the she-cat, she remained oblivious to the reaction her nickname had caused. Instead, a smile twitched onto her lips as the other laughed.
(And if she noticed the light feeling fluttering in her chest, she didn't say anything.)
She was so focused on Silverpaw she hardly noticed the question that had been asked. Russetpaw blinked, realizing she needed to respond.
"Uh... I dunno. It could be anyone," she responded, shrugging. However, just as she did so, she heard her name. Russetpaw looked up, staring at Bumblestar for a few moments. Asterdance, huh? Wasn't that the one who yelled really really loudly when Bumblestar had been named deputy or something? Oh dear. She really hoped her ears would survive this.
She was sure Asterdance was great, but... they weren't mister Thrushfurstar. Although she and the former leader had barely done any training, she still missed him. He had chosen her as an apprentice and then just disappeared!! Russetpaw sighed briefly, then turned to Silverpaw.
"Be right back, Silvs," she mewed, then stood and made her way to where Asterdance was sitting. Gently, the apprentice reached out and tapped on their leg, looking up at them.
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long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Springpaw could’ve easily felt her own breath hitch against her throat from Drizzlecloud’s own words about her apologizing. Her brain clicking and churning as the warrior’s words made her think of her mentor, Rabbitchatter… wherever he was. A pang of guilt and shame throbbed against her chest from the sheer thought itself. Did… did he also abandon her as well? Leave the clan without letting her know? In the deepest depths of Springpaw’s heart, she hoped it wasn’t true, or rather, the bitter corners of her brain fought to keep this thought from spreading throughout her mind. They fought with a fierce desire to dismantle it as if it were an untrue statement. Yet, Springpaw couldn’t control that. The thought just grew. With a quick shake of her head and exhale of her stifled breath, she finally responded to the molly’s first statement with a quiet mumble. “Of… of course, Drizzlecloud. I understand. I just… wish none of this ever happened.”
Did those words even feel right to say? Good StarClan, why did her tone feel so dull and misplaced? A heave of mental frustration bubbled in her chest, lips pursing themselves slightly from the thought. Could she even think straight? Probably not, but that didn’t mean that she had to sound so gosh dang stupid while speaking. Well, not necessarily stupid but dull and almost monotone. Springpaw’s eyes quickly flickered up in the direction of Drizzlecloud, another apology quickly climbing its way up her throat and almost merely slipping her maw. However, it seemed to be quickly silenced from Drizzlecloud’s other comment about her being sorry about her siblings. Springpaw’s mind almost went… completely blank. Her eyes shifting away from Drizzlecloud as they made contact with the dirt ground below, lips pursing themselves more than before. A twisted mixture of fear, resentment, and guilt mingled in her chest, weighing almost all her own body weight.
The feelings in itself only felt so small and overwhelming to think about. They were how she felt when her own mother abandoned her at four moons to take care of her own siblings. Now, her own siblings might be gone and never come back for what she thought of. If they were gone… What's the point? She told herself that she had a sole purpose and responsibility to look after them and to protect them. Raise them better than her mother ever could. Now? That thought felt entirely wrong to think about. Her siblings were gone, and maybe so was her own mentor. Her body merely almost tensed up as her claws uncontrollably slipped themselves out of her paws, digging themselves into the coarse dirt below and hooking themselves fiercely into the dirt. Small, barely noticeable tears slipped out of the corners of her oceanic blue eyes, landing softly on the ground below and creating small puddles of water that almost quickly diminished as soon as it hit.
“I just wish that they were still here,” Springpaw croaked out, fighting the binding urge to just cry out her pain and scream at the world for putting her through painful and agonizing hell. For everything that had been casted upon her and her clan. For everything that just… had to happen. Her ears twitched themselves in Drizzlecloud’s direction when she began talking about how ThunderClan was in a state, Springpaw’s grip on the ground only increasing as she continued to listen to the molly. Springpaw knew that ThunderClan was in a dire situation. She knew that the times were tough. The deaths of many of their clan-mates and the destruction of their old camp because of the sinkholes just simply proves that. However, Springpaw just remained civilly silent, listening to Drizzlecloud speak while her eyes were glued to the ground. It felt like a disrespectful gesture, but she was at least listening to the warrior’s words carefully and not going off about it [like a certain apprentice by the name of Cracklepaw] .
Springpaw let loose a silent exhale through her nostrils and lifted her head up, glancing briefly in the direction of Drizzlecloud as she let out her next set of words, her tone being almost regrettably blunt and harsh than intended, but Springpaw had no control over it. “I know that ThunderClan is currently in a state,” she spoke, voice low and merely blunt, “it won’t just be easy for ThunderClan to simply just… rise up from what it used to be. I heard the stories of how every leader we had just simply failed to make the right decisions. All they did was fail for our clan. None of them were capable of properly managing their own role. Thrushstar is a mere example of that. He didn’t properly use his own rank and power to make smart decisions. The only smart decision that tom ever made was leading us here. Now? He’s gone. No one knows where he went. He just… left. Like all the other leaders.” Her voice quickly trailed on in that same cold and hard blunt tone, speaking off about the realities of their own clan as if she knew everything.
Of course, she didn’t. She was just only merely speaking up about her own personal beliefs about the situation, and she could feel as if they were… accurate, per se. Before she could quickly apologize to Drizzlecloud about her comments, Bumblestar began to speak, casting the calico’s direction up towards the leader. Bumblestar… had good intentions and she seemed heavily capable of handling her role well. Springpaw could easily see that, but her mind mentally argued that she could possibly fumble and fall, almost like how all the other leaders before in this clan had. Springpaw tried to ignore the impulsive thought, yet she could easily still see it casting along her shoulders still. She mumbled out a quiet congratulations to Drizzlecloud as the molly received an apprentice and went off to meet her said apprentice. Springpaw didn’t have much attention towards who it was in a matter-of-fact, she was just only merely listening in on the meeting.
Now, back to being alone again, and feeling an unsettling pile of emotions settle in her stomach made the pastel calico almost want to quietly throw up. She already felt sick enough to her stomach that the thought of her being by herself surrounded by all her clan-mates made her want to leave this meeting. But she restrained herself, glancing briefly around the clan to look for someone familiar she could speak with. A significant gray molly that could easily use her attention for the comfort of her lost kit. Blue hues landed on the gray queen, Dovefluff, whose Springpaw notably frowned a little at the sight of her tear-stained face and tired eyes. Springpaw knew how the molly felt, even if she hadn’t processed the death of any loved one. Yet, her siblings were gone. So it felt like it was a mere win-win for them. Sighing, Springpaw lifted herself atop of her haunches, and began to make her way towards the grieving queen, mentally hoping that she wouldn’t mind her company.
“Hey,” she uttered out, glancing at Dovefluff with a small, gentle expression on her face, “is… is it okay if I sit with you? Or if… if you wanna talk about it and don’t mind?” Springpaw questioned lightly, a small smile growing apparent on her maw. She probably shouldn’t be smiling, but Dovefluff needed some sort of share of comfort, and Springpaw was more than willing to oblige. However, she wouldn't do anything if Dovefluff didn’t want her to do anything. She didn’t want to over-cross her personal boundaries and be nosy.
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Bumblestar glanced up briefly at the sky as a single drop of water hit her square on the nose. More started to stain the slab of stone she perched on. ...Irritating. She hadn't been expecting a drizzle today. New-leaf rain, she supposed.
Curling her tail over her flank, she returned her attention to her Clan and carried on. Hopefully this would be something to catch their attention.
"Movin' on, to the topic of Keepers. Not much has been done with them, so I'm switchin' things up a bit. You're now able to challenge Keepers for their ranks, provided you swing it by me first with the cat you want to challenge and why. I'm free to deny the challenge if I don't think you're fit for the rank or if your reason is just stupid. Challenges'll take place during meetings, 'n the participating cats are free to do it claws in or claws out. Up to the Keeper; as long as you're not tryin' to kill or seriously maim each other, I don't care. The Clan can judge if they think the challenger is fit for the rank or not after the fight is over, but ultimately I've got final say, so don't come whinin' to me if I say 'no' after others have said 'yes'. This doesn't mean you can go around challenging Flameheart for her Head Keeper position; that's a privelege only for current Keepers. Keepers will also be in charge of the kit classes; they can enlist help from others, but they're runnin' the show for the most part.
"Apprentices, if there's vacant spots in the rank, and you really impress me during your training, you can skip the whole warrior thing and get right on up there."
Maybe an incentive would get the new apprentices to get a kickstart on their training.
"Additionally, with Roosterflame having disappeared, Flameheart is pretty much Head of Nothing right now. So Asterdance, Spiderthroat, Gentledoe, Sootfur—I'm appointing the four of you as ThunderClan's new Keepers. You’ve all been solid as far as I’ve been able to see, so keep that up, help me get things in order.”
She made certain to gesture at Asterdance, then the other three mentioned, and then Flameheart with a paw, hoping they would get the gist of it. Then she would take a moment to let the others acknowledge or congratulate. Hopefully it wouldn't turn into arguing.
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