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by **Shade** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 3:34 am

Stormheart kept a steady pace behind Snowstar, he looked back at his sister who stared forward and occasionally gave a little hop to keep up. "Shake a leg, Sunny," he meowed. "Has it ever occured to you, that my name isn't Sunny?" Sunclaw growled. "Yeah, I can't call you that now?" he asked, knowing that he had always called her that in their kit and apprentice days. "Of course, but I would like to hear my real name once in a while," she mewed.

by **C S** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 3:40 am

"Isnt that adorable" Snowstar mewed. "Huh Coldy?" Coldeyes mewed sarcastically "Oh yes Snowy, it's such a blast watching young warriors" Snowstar let out snort. "Coldy's just a meany" He said to no one in particular. "Snowy is too distracted lately" The white furred, black ringed tailed cat mewed "Fine fine" Snowstar walked up ahead, smelling the air for scents of rougues passing through

by **Shade** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 3:46 am

Stormheart stopped and sniffed the air. Faint fox scent from a few weeks ago, dog, and squirrel nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Sunclaw trotted off and plucked a branch juniper berries off a nearby bush.

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 3:47 am

Firestreak was perched on a low branch just inside Stormclan territory, watching the ground below motionlessly, only his tail swinging from one side to the other. The scarred rogue had just finished a mouse he had found within the territory, the carcass of which being only a few feet from the tree...

by **Iceking** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 3:52 am

Darkspot didn't smell any scents that indicated rogues had been in the territory recently. He had ignored the arguement between stormheart and sunclaw, more concerned about focusing on the patrol than listening to bickering between two cats...

by **C S** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:15 am

Coldeyes snarled. "What's up?" Snowstar asked. "Canine" Coldeyes hissed. "Relax. It's probablly twoleg pets, like the one Lightstorm lived with" Snowclaw replied. "Where is Lightstorm again? I remember he left, but Im not sure what for.." Coldeyes asked
"He went looking for any other survivors from the old clans- both the first four clans and the second." Snowclaw mewed.
"For back water raised cats, they have proven skilled apprentices." Coldeyes mewed.
"Im sorry you have to mentor four kits.." Snowclaw growled.
"When push comes to shove you have to do waht you have to do I guess" the deputy replied. Cloudhaze walked up to Snowstar's side and mewed "It's creepy. I never remembered the forest being this quiet before" Coldeyes mewed "Sure it has! You just dont remember it!" Haze faked a laugh. Coldeyes widened an eye and turned his sights straight ahead, Snowstar snickering

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:23 am

Firestreak could smell the scent of other cats wafting toward him...the wind was in his favor, but the scarred warrior didn't really care. Under the shade of the tree, the gray rogue was hidden quite well...

by **The Kingpin** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:38 am

Wraith walked into the camp, looking around. as expected, several of the cats, including Sunclaw and Stormheart, had left on the dusk patrol. he looked over his shoulder at Nightclaw, who stood silently. "You're free to go Nightclaw. relax" said Wraith, the black cat behind him merely smirking before walking off. he decided to follow the patrol group, having memorised the path they regularly took fairly well. Wraith eyed his son as he left. He had grown to be a skilled young Warrior. he had inherited Wraith's cool nature, but not quite his charisma. he had an extraordinary attention span, and was a swift learner. it hadn't taken much training to teach him the lessons that he needed as an Apprentice and Warrior, and he continued to go where his father went, to make use of every opportunity to learn from him. the only negative trait Wraith saw in him was his temperment. he had a fiery temper and was quick to act against those who threatened him or his family or clanmates. though that in itself wasn't a bad thing, the fact he preffered to hit first and ask questions later was a risky attitude to enemies, especially when they outnumbered him. Wraith hoped that with time, it'd fade, but until then, he'd just have to keep a sharp eye on him. As Night disappeared into the bushes on the border of the camp, Wraith turned towards the lakeside, returning to his almost ritual-like daily routine. early in the morning, just before dawn, when mist still hung over the camp and most of the territory, he'd do a solo patrol on a different path to the one the main patrol group took. by early morning he'd be back, just as some of the Warriors were waking up, and would bring back with him a few mice or, in rare cases, a sub adult badger for the kill pile. he'd usually take one mouse or it's equivelant for himself as his morning meal, and then go around the camp waking whoever hadn't woken up, or otherwise tending to other jobs, occasionally even going to collect potentially important stocks for the Medicine Den, having learned the more intricate details of it from Shadelight over the past moons. in the early afternoon, he'd do a patrol outside of the territory, monitoring the free land surrounding it, to see if any other clans had approached to set up camp there or otherwise claim it, usually taking his son Nightclaw with him. during the trip he'd usually talk to his son on various stories of his past; events that had happened to him long before Nightclaw was even born, occasionally telling him some of his fonder memories of his first mate and son, and of the early days as a Shadowclan apprentice and Warrior, or of his adventures as a Rogue, one of Nightclaw's favourite childhood stories being that of Wraith's use of an Eagle to follow the Clans when the Winged Cats moved them. after he had finished his trip he'd usually let Nightclaw head off to do what he wanted, and head for the lakeside, sitting there and giving himself time to reflect on the past, think of the current situation, and ponder on what may lay ahead. he found the surface of the lake to be a soothing spectacle to watch on clear days, and often used it to relax himself and help him think. as the sun went down he'd usually spend a couple of precious hours sleeping, before heading for the den he and his family had generally made their own, though Nightclaw, Sunclaw and Stormheart usually slept elsewhere. it was a busy but comfortable schedule...

Nightclaw weaved through the bushes silently as he followed the patrol group, their talk already audible. he grunted in amusement at the event. here they were, the Co-Leader and his deputy leading a number of Warriors, his siblings among them, on patrol, and making enough noise to warn anyone within several yards of their presence, completely going against the point of patrols...his father would definately have had something to say if it were more serious times...

by **C S** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 6:59 pm

Coldeyes mewed "We have a late patroller" He glanced back to the cat following. Nightheart's scent had drifted towards the cat. Snowstar and Cloudhaze also picked up the cat's scent but didnt think much of it. The co leader mewed "We should keep more quiet. The wind is blowing from behind us. If there are rougues wanting to claim the free space they would be on us like flies on a carcass" Coldeyes spat "Let them try" Snowstar mewed "I see nine moons of placid times hasn't extinguished your love for battle"

by **Shade** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:37 pm

Stormheart grunted. "I'd like to see those flea-bitten furballs get anywhere near our territory," he hissed quietly. Sunclaw's ears twitched nervously she didn't like how Stormheart talked like that. She turned her head toward Nightclaw's direction and smiled kindly.

by **The Kingpin** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:52 pm

"Well don't forget our father was one of those 'flea-bitten furballs' at one point. and keep in mind if they want to attack they'll keep well out of our way. they'll want to sneak past us and get to the camp itself. there they can do damage by killing the kits and elders. keeping quiet means we have a chance of cutting them off by surprise" said Nightclaw calmly as he stared towards his brother...he didn't dare direct such words to Snowstar or Coldeyes; they were senior Warriors and Snowstar was just as major as his father in the clan. but that didn't protect his brother from his blunt honesty...

by **Shade** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:59 pm

Sunclaw's ears twitched again and her tail lashed uneasily. "And who are you to judge?" Stormheart growled. "Besides I don't focus on the past." "Please let's just stay quiet and continue," Sunclaw hissed quietly.

by **Iceking** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:03 pm

Darkspot briefly glanced back when he heard the new voice, but he saw it was just Nightclaw and faced what was in front of him again. He smelled the faint scents of dogs, but ignored them for now as he scented the air for rogues that might be hiding...

by **C S** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:05 pm

"He's right" Snowstar growled in a sort of whisper. "It's approaching Leaf bare, the forest is silent. Just because we haven't been faced with a looming threat doesnt mean we can just abondon precaution"

by **Shade** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:16 pm

Stormheart growled again, his fur stood on end. Sunclaw glared at him. "Stormheart," she cautioned. Stormheart breathed then nodded once he had calmed down.

by **Iceking** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:23 pm

Darkspot almost turned around to look at stormheart once he had heard the growl, but stopped himself when he heard Sunclaw speak to the tom. He didn't say anything to stormheart, although he twitched his tail impatiently, wanting to continue the patrol so it wouldn't last into the night...

by **The Kingpin** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:32 pm

Nightclaw sighed and joined the patrol group, looking towards Stormheart warily. as low as he could, he growled "It's only precautions. nothing big. don't get your fur in a bunch over it". it was hearable by the ones closest to him, but he had tried his best to keep the noise down...

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:36 pm

Firestreak could smell the incoming patrol fully now, and even some of the louder speech drifted toward him, causing the scarred rogue to shake his head. The clans had lost their old meaning long ago...he was a dying breed, a breed that stood for Thunderclan's sense of honor, even as a rogue. The current clans were a joke to him, as were the ones in the past...these creatures were simply glorified rogues themselves, forgetting what the clans originally stood for...

by **Shade** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:43 pm

Stormheart hissed and took a bat at his brother. Sunclaw stepped in and took the hit. "That's enough, you two have been at it since you became warriors," she hissed and stood firmly between them. "Can we continue before these two tear each other's fur out?" Without waiting for an answer she walked ahead with her head down and continued.

by **The Kingpin** » Sat Apr 11, 2009 9:48 pm

Nightclaw turned away from his brother, leaving him and his attitude alone, moving forward. he wished Sunclaw had let him take the hit. it would've at the very least helped Stormheart get rid of a bit of his frustration. let off some steam...

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