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“You can see for miles up here!” a dreamy young sigh came from an apprentice as he gazed out from where he stood on the frozen rock, heated by his body heat. His mentor didn’t say anything and when the apprentice looked up at his mentor he wondered what he was thinking about. But the expression was filled with nothing. Not even awe for the spectacular view of the land that lay before them. So for a while there was silence, with the occasional cry of a distant bird high in the mountains…
Breathing in the fresh air around him, he felt as if he could stay here and take in the view forever. “Come, there is much more to see this, more important things!” The gruff voice of his mentor interrupted the feeling, making the young apprentices fur grow hot with embarrassment…

Every time Eagleclaw stood upon Bright Peak, in the very spot where he had felt that wonderful feeling he couldn’t help wish that he could go back and change it. His mentor hadn’t seen what he had, hadn’t felt what he did, and it should have been a sign of things that were to come. Narrow eyed and frustrated with himself, Eagleclaw glared out at the expanse of marvelous views. Eagleclaw walked over to the edge as far as he dared and looked down upon the expanse. There were a few low stray wisps of cloud, but that was it. And when one looked straight down there was nothing but a mix of rock, ice and snow. Stepping back from the ledge he took in the view, once again, with narrowed eyes. ‘Where is my mother in all that?’ He wondered. Since his mother, Appleflower, had suddenly disappeared a few days after his apprenticeship, she was always on his mind. Well, whenever he was alone. He never admitted to his father that he too, worried about her, and where she was, and if she was still alive. ‘The Clan perceives her dead, but I don’t think she really is.’ And he didn’t believe it, and he hoped his father didn’t either.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] The vast Iceriver was one of the great mysteries of FrostClan. It was long and winding, and had an eternal supply of fresh fish. But there was something else… Something in that sparkle of the clear waters when the sun shone on it, something in the ripple of waves as fish flicked its surface, something in the ripping of the waters when the current grew rough… It seemed to tease and draw cats to it. It was like living, writhing being. And everyone always wondered about its source. Well, everyone whose name was Weedpaw. The ginger apprentice resolved to find its source and began the trek up the slopes of Bright Peak. He had heard all sorts of wondrous stories of its summit. Expansive views over all the lands. Chilly air that froze the saliva in one’s throat. Brisk winds that whipped one’s hide. They fueled Weedpaw’s curiosity so he decided to journey to it as well. Luckily, he was adequately equipped. He had a nice thick coat of golden fur and muscular legs. He was lean and spry, and knew how to scale slopes both steep and treacherous. The route was easy as well. All he had to do was track the huge river to the top. Shouldn’t be too difficult, even for an apprentice. Weedpaw began his journey at dawn, pushing his legs to their limits as he struggled up the mountainside. A light breeze swirled chunks of snow in his face, and the rushing Iceriver occasionally splashed its frigid water in his face. Despite this, he kept going. It wasn’t too bad of a day. Clear skies the color of stone greeted him. A peachy sun hung low behind, small and diminutive. It would rise and warm him up soon enough. Pale tan paws continued to haul his large and awkward frame up the slopes, sharp claws scrabbling against the icy rocks to give himself purchase. As he staggered up the hill, he noticed a faint set of pawprints near him. There was only one, which meant that whomever made them was still up there. Pausing, he studied them. They were slightly larger than his but still the same shape. He sniffed them gingerly and was relieved to find they were of the distinct FrostClan cat smell. He continued onward. Soon, he saw a huddled figure through eyes slanted from the snow that swirled down. Nearing it, he saw it was a ginger tabby and seemed a lot like what he imagined he’d look like as a Warrior. There he hesitated, not sure if this was an apparition or not. The wind carried the other cat’s scent towards him. He sniffed again, this time recognizing who it was. He padded closer and greeted the Warrior with, “Hi! Eagleclaw is it? What are you doing up here?” “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 469 Tags Eagleclaw OoC If you want, go check out our Graphics board. Some people have studios there and are willing to make you something.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw approached the older Warrior, shifting his bulky body awkwardly. His golden fur was spiked on the ends with frost from trudging up through all that snow. He shook himself, and a wave of white powder cascaded off in swirls. More flakes of the chilly stuff floated to rest on his muzzle; he sneezed as they tickled his nostrils. He swiped a paw across his nose to clean off the snow and accidentally jabbed his eyes. He blinked to check if they still worked, and saw Eagleclaw glaring down at him, his gaze very threatening considering they were in the same Clan. A frosty silence descended, and Weedpaw grew conscious of the fact that the ginger Warrior was assessing him – or rather, his half-blind right eye. A bit embarrassed, he ducked his head. “I-I’m Weedpaw. You remember me?” he stammered, perplexed that his Clanmate would treat him this way. He cautiously crouched onto his haunches, bowing his head and lowering his tail in respect. He stared up at the towering tomcat in that uncomfortable position. Then it seemed that threatening look vanished, and Eagleclaw visibly relaxed. Weedpaw did likewise, rolling his shoulders back to ease the stiffness from the cold. “Chilly isn’t it?” he remarked a bit more happily, shuffling his paws for extra warmth. His voice faltered as the aloof tone of the Warrior sounded. Hmm, now this was puzzling. How exactly should he approach this inquiry? Should he make a story up or admit to the truth? His amber gaze fell on the nearby Iceriver, which pooled between two massive rocks yet still stretched onward. He was sure that now that Eagleclaw was here, he was unable to further investigate the river’s source. “Hunting,” he replied tersely, his claws dancing on the frozen ice as if anticipating a catch. Again, his gaze darted towards the mighty river. A little sidestep closer to it, and he invited, “Come hunt with me? I’m sure the whole Clan’s hungry still.” Without waiting for approval, he dashed off and thundered to the banks of the river. It probably wasn’t wise to attempt fishing since most of the water was ice, but he was determined to prove that hunting was his true motive for climbing this high up Bright Peak. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 378 Tags Eagleclaw OoC …

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] As the golden apprentice bounded closer to the banks of the Iceriver, he heard a low, guttural sort of noise from behind him. His wide ears half flicked but he did not turn around. He padded ever closer and sank deeply into the snow. Here, right by the river’s banks, the snow was slushy and treacherous. It had seemed firm and sturdy from far off, but the rushing current had carved out cavernous tunnels right beneath. He must have sunken in half a tail-length, the snow wrapping his body like a tangle of brambles. It nearly suffocated him too until he managed to throw back his muzzle. The ice was cutting into his skin, but he determinedly clawed at the sides. He levered himself against a rock beneath, and using this extra purchase hauled himself out. Weedpaw emerged from the snow drift, exhausted and bleeding slightly. Tufts of his ginger fur had been torn by the sharp ice. His tongue lolled slightly, like some dumb mutt dog, and he suddenly craved water. He swiveled his head to give a nod to Eagleclaw, letting him know he was fine. Slowly, to ensure he did not aggravate his wounds, he inched towards the water. The cool mist that rose from the shining river tickled his wind-ruffled fur. He leaned down to smell the sweet and fresh aroma. But then his face wrinkled in disgust. He sniffed again, tasting an odd scent on the water. It was pungent and very putrid, reminding him a lot of the scent of SoulClan or a family of dead foxes. He backed away, alarmed. Was the water tainted? His face edged closer, trying to search for a sign of crowfood. There was none. Satisfied, he swept a tongue across dry lips and was about to lick when something came careening down the slopes of the stream. The amber apprentice leapt back in alarm again. An enormous object had wedged itself between two large stones. It was now blockading the river’s path, water welling up as it dammed [haha funny] the river. He peered closer and saw it was the dead carcass of a large rabbit. Blood seeped over various wounds, but most of it was dry. It was long dead and crowfood at that. He was sure. The river indeed was tainted. What could this mean for his Clan? “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 392 Tags Eagleclaw OoC This is my idea for another sub-plot.

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It was already well into the day when Havocstep reached the summit of Bright Peak, he'd been climbing for a few hours now. Upon reaching his destination Havoc let out a yawn and plopped down onto the stone, allowing the sun looming overhead to warm his dark gray pelt. He was out on his own this morning, hunting for prey. Prey for the queens and kits of the Clan. Everyone was hungry around this time of year, especially the young.
Havocstep's tail twitched slightly at the thought, he slowly opened his dark green eyes, What am i doing sleeping, while the kits are hungry and their mothers dry? Havoc pulled himself back onto his feet, he shook himself free of clinging dust, and he looked about. From what he could see, there was barely anything scuttling about. The warrior sighed, mentally scolding himself, obviously there would be no prey up hear. His ears flattened back against his head as he thought.
Just then, as if a message sent from Starclan, Havoc heard rushing water. He turned and walked toward the sound, around a bend, until he spotted the source. Iceriver. "There's bound to be prey about here somewhere..." mumbled Havocstep, instinctively going into a crouch as he scanned the rivers edge. He flared his nostrils, scenting the chilly air, and caught the scent of a clan member. He did not recognize the owner of the scent but knew that they were near by. And possibly hunting, thought the tom gleefully. He stood once again and then followed the scent towards a part of the river which he completely over-looked, there he saw two Frostclan members. One a warrior, the other an apprentice.
Havocstep cleared his throat and then called out, "Hello there!" in his most warmest voice. He approached his clan mates without thinking that he might have startled them, too happy to see others to stop and think.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/eagle2.jpg] Sure the snow was cold. It was always cold. The only warm thing about FrostClan territory were the sun heated rocks at sun-high. Sometimes during Green-leaf the snow would melt and the rocks would be nice and it was somewhat easier to hunt, not to mention a nice contrast to the cold of the snow. And no matter how much he longed for it. Snorting, Eagleclaw shook the snow from his pelt and trudged on through, following the path Weedpaw had made. The young apprentice was just in sight one moment and the next he was gone. A surge of panic almost over took him and he pushed his way as fast as the snow would let him go. He had almost reached the spot where Weedpaw had suddenly vanished when the golden head popped up and struggled through the snow he saw him nod and then he continued on. Stopping to take a breath, the effort of pushing his way through the snow almost completely wore him out! Eagleclaw didn’t think this was important. In fact he actually saw it as a waste of his time. They weren’t going hunting, they were only trudging through the snow not even bothering to stop and fish in the river! ‘Then why was Weedpaw not with his mentor?’ Irritation was starting to set in, ‘They’re all stubborn and don’t show much respect to their mentors. If I had an apprentice, he or she wouldn’t be running around the territory without some cat watching to make sure they didn’t fall in the river or get trapped beneath a rock somewhere. In fact, I would be with my apprentice every time he – or she – went out of camp!’ Halfway through his mental grouching he had started back on the trail. Weedpaw had gotten farther ahead of him than he had intended him to go. He had to stop once again because the strain of his rush through the snow still tired him out. Unfortunately he had reached the spot where Weedpaw had sank into the snow and he was starting to feel it give way under himself as well and before he had time to react he was sliding farther into it than he wanted. Bunching his muscles in a last effort, he leaped out it, but not before he had to claw himself out the rest of the way.‘This is ridiculous…’ He thought. Trekking on through the snow he opened his mouth a bit to try and pick up Weedpaw’s scent. Once he had done so, he thought he could smell something else just ahead. It smelled like something he had just recently scented along the border not too long ago. Eagleclaw followed it and stared in almost complete disbelief as he joined Weedpaw. Ears pricked for any signs of a trap, Eagleclaw braced himself for an attack. ’What is this… crow-food doing wedged between the river rocks? Was this some kind of plot from another clan? Or had the rabbit just simply fallen into the river … or?’ "Hello there!"almost came out of his skin as he was jolted from his thoughts about the dead animal in the river. Fur standing on end, and full of furry he spun around to see who was approaching.‘What is it with these blasted cheery cats?’ Eagleclaw asked himself. Eagleclaw recognized Havocstep, a fellow FrostClan warrior, and let the fur lie flat just as he had done with Weedpaw."What exactly are you doing here, Havocstep? Come to take a bath in the Iceriver, have you?"?” He hissed with annoyance. By his question he meant fishing. {Post; 604 words.} {Tags: Weedpaw & Havocstep.} "Your Cat Speaking" Doing "Speaking" Thinking

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Robinfeather lashed her tail, her fluffy red and brown calico fur billowing softly in the slight breeze that the water's edge provided. Her amber-green gaze was penetrating in the darkness of the reeds that surrounded her, the icy water sweeping past her quickly. The feline's whiskers twitched in subtle amusement as she watched the scene play out, the apprentice wandering away and the warrior grunting to find him. It was truly entertaining to know that they couldn't detect her, though she was only a few paw-steps behind them. And they had no idea. It was a deadly skill, something she valued for herself. Something she kept to herself.

The FrostClan she-warrior was the only she-warrior, besides the leader herself. Not that Robinfeather disrespected the leader- she admired her even, for her feminine power and will to overcome her life obstacle. But Darkstar seemed a bit too easy going. Not enough hard action. At least in Robinfeather's opinion. Seriously, wandering kits and apprentices was never a good sign. But Robinfeather was not leader nor deputy, and she had absolutely no say in the matter. So she just kept to herself, as she always did.

Sighing softly, the she-cat stretched when she decided that it was time to reveal herself. Eagleclaw was leaving, anyhow, so she'd just follow him. The crystal world of FrostClan opened up around her as she saw it all with huge amber eyes. She hadn't seen it since the faded orange lights of dawn when she'd first come out before Eagleclaw, and the world was now ablaze with blue. It was truly an amazing place to live, and Robinfeather marveled in the wonders of it every day.

"Well it's not like you were going to do anything better," the she-cat said sharply as she neared from the back of Eagleclaw. She'd seen the other tom approaching from behind the ginger warrior, and she'd heard Eagleclaw's remarks. He got on her nerves, that Eagleclaw- always rude to others, hard and stony-like. But her fur still buffeted beautifully in the wind as she stared at him with her gorgeous green eyes. Her forepaw slipped on a rock in front of her as she slid forward slightly. It was by her intention, of course, a striking pose for her. Even as she adjusted her paw back to its place, she kept her eyes on him. Only briefly did she move the amber and green orbs to the other cat before turning them back to Eagleclaw.

"Now if you two will excuse me, I think I should go find the young apprentice that so easily walked away from you ," her eyes flashed at Eagleclaw. They weren't menacing, simply teasing, almost. "Someone has to find him, and it doesn't look like it'll be either of you." She stepped around them, her tail waving behind her as she searched for the Weedpaw who had just vanished from site.

Robinfeather soon found what she was looking for- the apprentice was staring into the water with an alarmed expression. At a closer look, she saw a rabbit with a slit throat lying in the stream's path. "That's not good, is it?" she asked him as she neared, taking a seat next to him and staring at the dead animal with a dazed expression, deep in thought that was buried in her mind.

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Havocstep flattened his ears at Eagleclaws retort, he was hardly expecting that from a fellow Frostclan warrior. He sat down and curled his tail around him, hardly noticing Weedpaw leave his line of sight, and made an effort to open his mouth to speak when something else caught his attention. As if coming from the shadows behind Eagleclaw, appeared a she-cat. Havocstep jumped to his paws, his fur on end. For he it caught him by surprise,
"Well it's not like you were going to do anything better," Havocsteps ears pricked up at her words, obviously towards Eagleclaw. His tail flicked slightly as he fought back a smirk but it soon faultered once the she-cat said,"Now if you two will excuse me, I think I should go find the young apprentice that so easily walked away from you ."
Havocsteps eyes widened, he looked about and almost tumbled over, for Weedpaw was now where close by. He watched as the she-cat walked off, in some direction down the river.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] It was evident that the hare had been dead for a long while. Still, the sticky blood that gurgled from various, deep scratches still trickled along its snowy fur, until it trailed away into the river. Tufts of its fur were swept along the currents as well, whose paths separated at a spot where the Iceriver converged with a minor brook that led a few fox-lengths to the right before pooling. Bones that held a faint trace of amber to them gleamed in the light of the sun, where only patches of skin clung to them. This gruesome sight repulsed the young apprentice, whose ginger fur bristled with fear. He crawled closer to the edges of the river, his paw-tips barely gracing its cool surface. Blinding light sparkled around Weedpaw, cutting a cruel reality. It was like some nightmarish fairy tale to be surrounded with all this beauty, and yet the memories of death still lingering everywhere. In fact, his flattened ears hardly registered the movements of other cats gathering close. Beside him, the ginger furred Warrior flinched as a calling voice greeted the two cats. Weedpaw continued to gaze solemnly at the mangled corpse, but Eagleclaw swung around to face the approaching newcomer. His tone was unfriendly, which alerted Weedpaw’s ears instantly. He turned too; perhaps this was not a FrostClan cat? But he was still unsurprised to see one of his Clanmates pad up towards them. Eagleclaw was always quite a bad-tempered sort of cat. Havocstep seemed momentarily stunned by this attitude, but another cat, a calico whose pelt consisted primarily of earth tones, sassed right back at the ginger Warrior. A slow smile widened Weedpaw’s face as he turned to greet Robinfeather. “Hello! Have you… this…” his voice trailed off as he gestured with his marigold-colored tail towards the dead rabbit. Words were not needed to convey his message. Weedpaw knew it was dangerous, but curiosity began to overwhelm him. He hesitated for a fraction of a heart-beat before wading cautiously into the river. The instant he entered the waters, he regretted his decision. Prior to this he had reassured himself that he could simply wash off the poison. But that was when he recalled the only place to do such a thing was in the tainted Iceriver itself. He supposed he could trek down to the forests at the base of the peak, but that would stain everything he touched. His only choice left was to complete his mission and try to wash off by crushing pawfuls of snow. With this in mind, he weaved closer to the rabbit. The water was now rushing at his waist, and he struggled to remain upright. Once the waterline was at his neck, he extended a paw, bracing his other three legs so as not to tumble over. His right paw reached to poke at the dead carcass, which opened to reveal a mess of small and daring bugs. He shuddered at the sight and tried to back away. Lucky was he that his hindlegs slipped on a stone, bringing him crashing deep into the waters. He tried to lift his muzzle, but the waters had knocked him senseless; he knew not what was up or down. His legs pumped underwater and somehow brought him to the banks of the river. There he lay exhausted and surprised by the abruptness of everything. Weakly, he stood and shook out his drenched fur. He refrained from licking his matted fur for fear of consuming the poison of the hare. “I’m… I’m alright,” he managed to cough. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 595 Tags Eagleclaw, Havocstep, and Robinfeather OoC His second bath in the Iceriver.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/eagle2.jpg] "Well it's not like you were going to do anything better,"Eagleclaw tried to contain himself as a new scent and a new voice entered their conversation. ‘Robinfeather’ He really didn’t know what to think, or even say, to the She-cat as he turned to face her, ears up and fur bristling slightly. He had missed her pose and come to find out she was so close behind him he found it hard to believe that he had missed scenting her in the area. "Now if you two will excuse me, I think I should go find the young apprentice that so easily walked away from you ," Honestly he didn’t care for her, sure she had nice fur and lovely green eyes, but he didn’t think she had the qualities he wanted. He thought that about most every she-cat in FrostClan. "Someone has to find him, and it doesn't look like it'll be either of you."The look she gave him he returned with a look that said ‘Oh please… do so’ and he flicked his ear back as if flicking at a fly. He watched her go before turning back Havocstep. “You… didn’t answer my question.” He said, his tone a lot friendlier than when he had started out, but it still held a sort of coldness to it. After a moments pause he said, “Never mind…” Shook his head and walked off in the direction of Robinfeather to catch up with Weedpaw. When he arrived he noticed that Weedpaw was in the poisoned water and heading for the rabbit carcass. ‘Careful, kid.’ He thought to himself. He didn’t want – too late! It happened. As soon as Weedpaw had clipped the rabbit and saw the mites inside, he slipped and went under. Eagleclaw tensed and his eyes widened with shock and filled with horror. He was just about ready to jump in and save the apprentice before he heard splashing on the bank. Rushing over, Eagleclaw looked frantically over Weedpaw to see if he was alright. “I’m… I’m alright,” He heard him cough. Relief almost flooded over Eagleclaw but he managed to stop it before it consumed him, “Maybe you’ll do better to just look at it next time.” Eagleclaw huffed, his voice kinder, but it still held a little annoyance. Can’t please everyone! {Post; 386 words.} {Tags; Havocstep, Robinfeather, Weedpaw} {Ooc| Tags are in Alphabetical order! xD} "Your Cat Speaking"

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw lay sprawled on the banks of the river, his waterlogged fur weighting him down as he struggled into a more dignified sitting position. But his drenched, ginger fur felt heavy and soon gravity won its battle. With an enormous sigh that displayed all his fine teeth, he flopped down, resorting only to lick the matted tangles running down his front legs. His tongue scraped at the tender skin; it was like rubbing it with sharp fangs. Then pawsteps sounded from above. Annoyed at being disturbed, he glared up at the equally golden-tufted tom. The newcomer, Eagleclaw, stared down at him, telling him off for his act of stupidity in a stern tone. Hot prickles of shame and embarrassment swept over him. “S-sorry,” he mumbled, stuttering from the cold. At this lofty height, the bitter wind was weaving painfully frigid blasts of air through his already wet fur. Still, he managed a weak smile and stumbled to his paws. He tottered a bit, hastily licking at his chest fur, then his back. Soon, grimy dust-blown fur was now a shimmering golden color. Or at least nearly that. His mother had always been better at cleaning him than he himself was. The apprentice grimaced in disgust. He must have wounded himself, cutting open flesh on the thorn-sharp rocks that littered the river beds, for he tasted the distinctive flavor of blood. His pink nose wrinkled at the stench it gave off. His bright eyes marred with concern, he turned to Eagleclaw. “Am I bleeding?” he asked, confused. He twirled in awkward circles, inspecting his legs, his tail, pawing at his muzzle and fur for signs of blood… But to no avail. He simply couldn’t tell where his wound was. Come to think of it, while his body ached, it wasn’t the hot and sticky sensation of blood either. Weedpaw danced about, wriggling his disproportionate body in an attempt to locate his cut. A sudden crashing sound interrupted his jig. Whirling, he watched as the remnants of the rabbit carcass flipped over as the strong river current overturned it. Blood-tinged waves arced out in a spray of white droplets, cascading over onto Weedpaw’s newly groomed fur. He raged about this in his mind, until a sudden thought struck him. Suppose the blood he had tasted wasn’t from him, but from the rabbit? No, it couldn’t be! If that were so, he had been poisoned and might even die… “Nooo!!” he cried in anguish, frenzied. He stared desperately at Eagleclaw before whispering, “Do you think I’ve been… poisoned?” He thought about FrostClan’s beautiful calico Medicine cat, Moonfeather, and having to revisit her den for the second time that moon. He would be force-fed more foul and vile-tasting herbs, and confined to the den, unable to train with his mentor, Darkstar… Oh, Darkstar would be so disappointed in him, and he hated to disappoint his leader. For he too someday wished to be the leader of FrostClan himself. And getting poisoned was not the way to accomplish this. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 506 Tags Eagleclaw OoC Oh no.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=00000] The kid’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to die. Eagleclaw thought with a sigh of relief as Weedpaw cleaned himself. The apprentice sure knew how to get into trouble. I never got into this much trouble when I was an apprentice. He added to his last thought. However, his mentor was always seemed to be getting him into trouble. Eagleclaw remembered a time when they had been out battle training with one of the other apprentices and his mentor… His mind flashed back to the warm green-leaf morning. One of the mentors of his ‘friend’ Ferretpaw had offered to take him battle training, Eaglepaw squared it away with his mentor, who was half-asleep at the time, and went on his way. Ferretpaw’s mentor had taken them to Falling Water for battle training. Eaglepaw personally thought it was a bit dangerous but he wasn’t going to say no to getting away from his mentor for a couple of hours to say the most! Along the way Ferretpaw was boasting about his superior fighting skills and how he was able to beat his sister Patchpaw in any fight. This of course, was false, Eaglepaw had seen one of the fights he had gotten into with his sister and how Patchpaw had defeated him easily. Eaglepaw smirked and leapt over the rocks to catch up with Ferretpaw’s mentor. The young golden tabby tom was excited to, hopefully, learn something new that day. Eaglepaw could hear the roaring of the falling water and the faint voice of Ferretpaw’s mentor saying something about learning balance on wet rocks. ‘Why would I ever need to know that skill?’ Eaglepaw walked out on to the wet rocks and listened to Ferretpaw’s mentor ramble about how when he was an apprentice he thought he wouldn’t need this skill; come to find out it was very helpful and it would help them too. It was about sun-high and Eaglepaw, soaked and growing tired, was just starting to get the hang of landing on the wet rocks and using the environment to his advantage when he heard a yowl, tripped and lost his balance falling into the water – which was surprisingly shallow for a pool where water fell or maybe he was just lucky – and clawing himself up out of the water with the help of Ferretpaw. His mentor was panting and there was a look of furry in his eyes… Eagleclaw remembered how he had, had to clean the elders pelts of ticks for almost a month! And no matter how hard he tried to explain to his mentor that he had said he could but nothing was going to convince him of it. Blinking in the bright sun light Eagleclaw held back a smile that would have been directed towards Weedpaw. “Nooo!! Do you think I’ve been… poisoned?” Eagleclaw wanted to say: ‘Well it’s your own fault for going in the river.’ But he knew better than that. He flicked his ears at a gnat that had been buzzing in his ear and the tip of his tail twitched. If the apprentice has been poisoned… then he needs to see Moonfeather right away… “I don’t know, Weedpaw,” Eagleclaw said solemnly (?), “Just the same, we should go and see Moonfeather just to be sure.” Eagleclaw felt a small hint of concern for the young apprentice. Weedpaw had been in the river and it was possible the blood of the rotten rabbit carcass had gotten into his fur. Turning his head towards the river he saw dead rabbit pieces float down stream. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post; 590 words} {Tags; Weedpaw} {ooc||Are we going to be joined by the Med. Cat Moonfeather? Oo;? }