Truth [OPEN]

Truth be told, Blazingpaw liked it better here. And that was saying a lot coming from a grump like him. The pine needles always felt odd under the rough surface of his pads. But here, the mud oozed between his toes. It felt cool, and it was relaxing. Instead of being surrounded merely by pines they had more of a variety. This camp seemed much more protected, and the land seemed much more fitting. They were the dark heart of the forest anyway. Perhaps his favorite thing about the new territory was the secret tunnel. It laid beneath the Thunderpath, and it led straight into the depths of Thunderclan territory. He wasn't one to attack other clan patrols, but if he were; Starclan that'd be perfect. Another thing that spiked his interest was the lack of deputy. Nightstar was newly made leader a couple moons ago, and yet he has ceased to appoint a new deputy. Sure, Blazingpaw missed his former mentor, but he was itching for a new deputy. The main reason why? If a deputy is chosen it will signal ceremony in everyone's minds. And who out of all of the apprentices deserved a ceremony more than anyone else? Him. The multi-colored tom had been an apprentice for moons on end. It was high time that he became a warrior. He was sure that tonight, when Nightstar appointed the new deputy he would make him a warrior as well. Lifting his chin he challenged anyone who looked at him. Just they wait, soon they'll be equals. A toothy grin slid across his face. No longer could warriors scold him. No longer would he be looked down upon for being a mere apprentice. Tonight he'd be able to prove himself to the clan as a promising warrior. Blazingpaw was sure he had proven that along the journey. He had starved with his clan, hunted for them, and protected them from danger. By now he should have earned their respect. Even if he was a back talking, good for nothing, snot-nosed brat. He glanced around hoping to catch a lazy apprentice, with nothing to do. Arcticpaw The tom padded up to the white she-cat. The memory of their last meeting was still fresh in his mind. One moment she had been spewing insults, the next giving in. She was peculiar, and he didn't understand it. Arcticpaw wasn't like Honeypaw. No, he could understand that she-cat. Just not this one. Blazingpaw raised his brows, "Guess who's becoming a warrior tonight?" He flashed a grin. [bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true]

The sparse grass tickled her legs as she passed by. Pine needles pricked her pads as she padded across the hard ground. Not a soul was in sight. No mouse, no cat. Not even a bug. Everything was dead. Not even the wind whipped through her pelt. Redthorn gulped. She was all alone in camp. The ginger-and-white she-cat took another step forward. The silence was broken by the sound of a tree splitting in half. Her amber gaze looked toward the sky, and a tree feel toward her. And then she woke up. With a startled yelp and a jump she was on her feet. Her ears were perked forward, just waiting for the screams of her clan mates and the sound of a tree falling into camp. But it never came. Taking some deep breaths Redthorn calmed herself down. It's ok, Redthorn. It was just a dream. You're safe and sound, in camp. In the new camp. The warrior looked around. Most of her Clan was already awake, she was the only one left in the den besides a lone gray figure. A tiny smile tugged at her mouth. It was Adderfang. Adderfang was the only one who didn't seem to mind when she got cranky. He was always apologizing. Redthorn chuckled. Just a couple of moons ago she was disgusted at the sight of him, but now she had gotten to know him; and she didn't even think about the way he looked. But even the sight of him didn't calm her nerves. She wanted to get out, take a walk, and talk to someone. She didn't know why she was having nightmares like this. Her clan was safe, she was safe. They had made it through the journey. Why should what happened the day they left haunt her like it did? Adderfang was the only person she could think of that she felt she could trust. Patchclaw wouldn't understand. Taking a deep, shaky, breath, Redthorn made her way to Adderfang's sleeping form. "A-Adderfang." she whispered "Are you awake?" She gently prodded him in the stomach. [bg=3B8686][atrb=border,0,true]

Silverwing padded out of the nursery, tiny red scratches prickled her pelt. Droplets of blood slid through the tendrils of fur, with a shake she drove the pain away. A grunt escaped her breath. "Those rotten brats." she hissed, but there was amusement in her voice. Today out of boredom she had taught them some battle moves, nothing complicated. But it sure did take her mind off of being trapped in the confined space. It had only taken her the span of a day to get used to the new territory. Everything felt right, which was strange. Perhaps it was because being here meant she could relax. Throughout the journey she was stuck looking after her kits twenty four seven. She had to waste her precious pelt, making sure they weren't getting into trouble. "Definitely inherited their father's ability to be annoying." she had spat at the time. Hawkstreak had found the situation hilarious. In return he received sharp slap to the face. Once they entered the ancient camp she was finally set free of those tight bonds. Sure they still hung around her, but they were looser here. Silverwing stopped, extended her hind leg and gave it a shake. Her right leg slowly followed in suit, her limbs were a bit sore. Those mouse-brained kits sure knew how get her pissed. Whenever she tried to explain a battle technique, they found it funner to randomly attack her in the middle of her speech. Weaselkit was the worst, "He's just like his father." Speaking of the devil himself, Hawkstreak was padding through the camp's entrance, a shrew hanging from his jaws. The tabby queen smirked, perfect. There had been something her mate had been trying to tell her since before the destruction. At first she had wanted to listen, as so with the second, and third time. But each time he tried they either were interrupted or sent on some perilous endangered run. It wasn't until the fourth time could he really explain his inner feelings. That's when it became a game for the she-cat, every time he opened his mouth she would interrupt with an excuse. It was payback for giving her a ragtag bunch of kits. "Morning Hawky." she purred, although the sun sat poised in the middle of the sky. She raised her eyebrows, "What was it that you wanted to tell me?" Silverwing was sly, ever so sly. She approached the tabby, and curled her tail around the bridge of his neck. "I'm all ears." She tried to stop the smirk coiling at the corners of her mouth. Laughter bubbled in her eyes, poor Hawkstreak. What doomed him to be stuck with her for all eternity, really wanted him to suffer. [bg=635654][atrb=border,0,true]

The dark gray tom slowly padded out of the warriors den and yawned stretching out stiff limbs. The journey had really gotten a hold of him. Especially after that dog fight that he had. He let a shiver run down his spine at the remembrance of the fight. Of course he would never forget that. He had lost sight in his right eye because of that flea bitten dog. But he had fought it to save to clan mates. He couldn't ask fora better reward. As a quick glance with his good eye he could tell that everything in the camp was going smoothly. One problem, he soon realized, came to mind. They had no deputy. Nightsky...no nightstar...would have to choose one soon. There were several wonderful cats to choose in the clan. He had heard murmured of Whiteclaw, a large black tom like himself, possibly becoming deputy but it was rumors and it wasn't the only name he had heard. He had also heard Fisherstep's name mentioned and a few younger cats. But it wasn't his place to choose. Nightstar would pick a wonderful cat, and nightscar would follow their orders obediently. He slowly blinked and a irritating pain shot though his right eye. Maybe he needed to go back to Crystalmoon for some more herbs, but she seemed really busy and distracted. He would be fine. At the moment he wanted to find his mate. Since the journey the two hadn't had much time together. It would be nice to go hunting or just relax and talk. Yes...that's what he was going to do. He started off trying to find the sweet scent of his mate. He was no wonderful tracker but he soon found it near the warrior den and followed his nose. Sure enough he soon saw the silver pelt and smiled. He quickly padded over to her and rubbed her head against her shoulder. he licked her cheek and smiled at her. "Hey there cutey..." he purred grinning childishly. "you wanna go out and have a little fun?"

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The day was passing by slowly. After a long night of no sleep, Cinderheart finally rose from her nest. It was sun-high and many of the nests in the warriors den were already cold. Including Nightscar's. I must have gotten some sleep, because I don't remember him ever getting up. The reason why Cinderheart was having a hard time sleeping? She had been sick for most of the night. Along with a very upset stomach the gray cat had plenty of hot flashes to make her mood deteriorate even more. Although the she-cat was begging for sleep, it didn't come and she didn't want to bother some one for some silly thing like that. Now the she-cat sat outside the warriors den thinking about food. A pigeon sounded good, but so did a lizard. What about a mouse? The she-cat was narrowing it down to a mouse and lizard when a dark shape appeared beside her. Cinderheart jumped at his touch, but a smile replaced her surprise when she saw who it was. It was Nightscar. Oh how she was so happy to see him. She was so use to having him by her side when she got up, it had been odd for him to have been up for a long while before her. "Hey there cutey..." Cinderheart shoved him playfully at his kit like hello. "You wanna go out and have a little fun?" Anywhere with Nightscar would be fun. With a bright smile on her face she nodded. "Anywhere with you, sweetie-pie." she replied with the same kit-like mocking-ness. She rose to her paws and padded along side Nightscar's dark gray form. She was so happy to have him back by her side. She didn't care if he was grumpy at times or had an temper. All that mattered to her was she loved him. That love did exist, love that wasn't a duty to StarClan, to her Clan. That was so much better. That was what her parents should have had. And although they didn't, Cinderheart now had that love with Nightscar. It gave her hope. If they ever did have kits it wouldn't be because they were required to, but because they loved each other and had decided they wanted little miniatures of themselves scampering about. That thought made Cinderheart happy. The duo left camp, Cinderheart followed just a pace behind Nightscar so he could lead the why. As the new and slightly unfamiliar territory passed they came upon the burnt Sycamore tree. Cinderheart looked up at the long, bare, and burnt branches. It sent chills down her spine. But there was also something else about this tree. She wanted to know it's story. Looking up into Nightscar's face, eyes wide with curiosity and wonder she mewed "I wonder what it's story is. I wonder which of our ancestors climbed this tree." [bg=828999][atrb=border,0,true]

ADDERFANG
A kind word can attract even the snake from his nest.

Adderfang blinked a few times, trying to distinguish dream from reality. A soft voice hummed against his ears, the tom mumbled a few incoherent words. He was fighting the urge to drift back into the land of dreams. It was almost winning too, but a prod to the stomach had him awake. His leaf green eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the den, "Redthorn?" he inquired nonchalantly. A large yawn rippled across his face, he smacked his jaws. A few more blinks and he had driven the sleep away from his eyes. The tom furrowed his brows, "Well I'm awake now." Adderfang's tone was a bit sharper than his usually optimistic manner. Ever since he started hanging around the temperamental queen, he, himself has grown a bit sarcastic. He hoped his cheerfulness somehow rubbed off on her as well.

The annoyance immediately faded when he saw the peril in her gaze. She was frightened of something. Adderfang put on a gentle smile, "What's wrong?" He asked genuinely. Redthorn was his own friend. She was the only cat who didn't care for his high cheek bones, bulging eyes, and odd stature. The ginger and white she-cat didn't shudder in disgust at the sight of him. He was much too thankful for her presence, he was beyond grateful. Ever since the loss of his parent's, the only thing he craved was someone to talk to. With her spit-fire attitude, Redthorn was the last cat he expected to befriend. But maybe she needed him, just as much as he needed too. There was one thing his mother told him many moons ago, and it dwells forever in the pits of his mind.

As a kit he had asked his mother, "Why do cats fall in love with certain cats?" It was a logical question. Why didn't they fall in love with whoever they crossed paths with? Why did it seemed so perfectly planned out? His mother was silent for a couple moments before a smile slid across her face. "Well, It's because we fall in love with what we don't have. We search the qualities we don't have in other cats." Now Adderfang wasn't saying that he was in love with Redthorn. The thought made his insides twist and churn. No, he was implying that this train of thought could easily apply for other relationships as well. Such as friendships. Adderfang didn't have a social bone in his body. Redthorn could easily talk to whoever she wanted to.

It was inexplicably hard for the tom to get angry. Redthorn could get angry in the short span of a couple seconds. Adderfang found it easy to be kind, and gentle toward someone. Redthorn would rather claw her own eyes out then to be soft hearted. They both had qualities each other lacked, so perhaps that's why they were so drawn toward each other. Another painfully obvious comparison settled in the back of his mind. Redthorn was one of the most beautiful cats he had ever seen. And he? He looked like something that crawled out of the swamp.

Redthorn felt a small smile tug at her lips. Adderfang's voice stabled the world around her. It was all she needed to hear, another voice. One that cared. But when he asked what was wrong, Redthorn found the words wouldn't come. At the tip of her tongue was everything, the nightmares, her fears. They just didn't want to leave the cave of her mouth. The queen shuffled her feet as she took a deep breath and swallowed. "Nothing really..." she mumbled "I was, ah, just wondering if you wanted to go hunting or something..." Redthorn swallowed hard. Why was it so hard just to say she was scared? Why was it so hard to say that she was afraid she would wake up and find that Patchclaw was gone, or her Clan was starving again, or that Adderfang had been left to die hundreds of miles away back at the lake. Why did she have to be so stubborn and proud, why couldn't she just break down and tell him. That horrible day had been so hard on her. All she wanted to do was cry. She hadn't cried since her father had died those moons ago. She had kept everything pinned up inside of her. At let out her frustration and sadness on others in the form of sarcasm. Why couldn't she just break the status quo, and let go? The she-cat didn't have an answer for it. As hard as she thought she couldn't think of anything. She swallowed once more, and her train of thought took a turn. You silly she-cat. You can't even handle silly dreams. If you can't handle having some bad dreams that you aren't a ShadowClan warrior. Toughen up, you're not a weak kit. Her heart hardened back to it's usual. Her barriers and defenses were back up. But her offer to Adderfang was still open. The question was, would he accept? [bg=3B8686][atrb=border,0,true]

Hawkstreak stretched in the rising sun's warmth as he set his prey in the fresh-kill pile. Before his journey even began, he was rather irritated. It got so far that he was grumpy and couldn't enjoy their new territory. Though, he kinda missed the pine trees that loomed over them. It didn't give them the darkness he was used to. Maybe it would all pay off at night, but still the moon and stars would cast a rather bright gloom over his pelt. Even the cold wind that blew across their land made him uncomfortable. But it wasn't the new territory that got him all upset. No, it happened much before he even saw this place. His words have been bundled up inside of him ever since he returned from talking to Crimsonclaw. No matter what, he could not get a chance to speak them out. Right now, from trying so many times, he didn't care if it was romantic or not. He wanted to tell her. Bad. Hawkstreak smirked. It was the perfect chance. The pair was peacefully heading toward the barn that confined their clan-mates, safe from harm's way. They were half way there, and away from the stress and destruction of their camp. It still could be romantic. They were traveling over soft grass stained with the sun's rays, and a warm breeze carried petals in its grasp, gently brushing their fur. Glancing at the pretty silver tabby, he opened his mouth, "Silverw-" Dogs were chasing them. Hawkstreak sighed. His last attempt failed, but now that they were at the barn, he could quietly make his move. He had to hurry, though, one more Clan remained. WindClan. He hoped they would be resistant to save him some time, but he had a feeling those soft-hearted mouse-brains would let even a pack of rats lead them anywhere. Prodding Silverwing's side he whispered sexily, "Silverwing...I-" "Dawn and Dusk came back!" Of course. Two more attempts were made, both in the mountains, but none of them succeeded. This time, he was going to make sure this was not failed. Swinging his body around toward the nursery determinedly, he froze when Silverwing was one step ahead of him. Jumping as her tail touched his neck, she was rather sickeningly seductive when she encountered him. He felt himself shiver, blush, his eyes widening. Shaking his head he protested, No! That's not how I should act! I shouldn't go weak just because she touched me! He felt uncomfortable saying it in this situation. But it didn't matter anymore. He had to get it off his chest. "I...I.." He took a deep breath. "I want to be your perfect man! From now on, I'm going to be more dominant! Be...manly! And.." with a smirk he pounced on her, pinning her body to the ground. "I'm going to take control." [bg=654918][atrb=border,0,true]

Scorchpaw watched his sister sleep with a low sigh. Since the day they were sent here by their mother, it was hell trying to get used to the schedule and laws that were forced on them by these stupid cats. It wasn't as easy. The pair were so used to sleeping as long as they wanted, whenever they wanted, and even obeying their own rules. Aside from the few orders mother would say just to keep them in line. But besides that, it was an easy life. He regretted wanting a better, more exciting life than being some soft kittypet. He wanted to live beside the strong Clan cats, and this is what he got. Not only that, but neither he nor his sister were fitting in well. Almost all the cats here judged them because of their kittypet blood. Especially his sister, who doesn't do a thing right, and never seems to give up on her kittypet ways. Scorchpaw vowed not to set a bad example like his sister, and would act like he was never even a kittypet at all. One day, he would get the respect of everyone. For now, he had to protect himself and his sister from the judgment and remarks. It was the only hope they had left to survive the torture here. Thinking on the positive side, it was better here physically. Mentally, it was horrible. But here he can be a lot stronger and gain a lot more skills compared to the little skill he would gain by pouncing on the seldom passing grasshopper back at home. He would learn the ways of a real cat, and would even have battle scars. Unfortunately, his sibling thought different, not caring whether she was strong or not. He knew that. It didn't matter though. As long as she was with him, nothing mattered. Scorchpaw prodded the blue-gray tabby she-cat, meowing urgently, "Sis, wake up. You're lucky some Clan cat didn't rip your ears off by now." [bg=350200][atrb=border,0,true]

Silverwing sputtered and gasped, the laughter couldn't be contained. Not even the fact that she was pinned to the ground fazed her. The laughter only grew louder, it was cruel, heart-wrenching. But how couldn't she laugh when this was all too pathetic? The silver queen raised a paw and batted him away, she slunk out of his grasp and murmured between chuckles, "Nice try Hawky." Shaking the dust from her pelt she exclaimed smugly, "Put on quite a show there." She closed the gaping space between them and snuggled up against his cheek. She wasn't going to repeat this twice, so he better listen. Her voice soft, she whispered into his ear, "If I had wanted a man, I would have chosen one. If I had wanted someone in control I would have met that cat, and I would be his mate." She backed away, her eyes were gentle. "But I didn't, I chose you." Silverwing raised a brow, her eyes glanced toward the nursery. As if to prove to him that he was the only cat she would ever settle down with. Even if times she resented being a queen she was happy with where her life was at today. "Now please." She pleaded, "Quit trying to make yourself something your not, especially for the sake of me." Her voice strengthened into the warrior she was. Giving her pelt another shake she meowed, "Would you like to meet your kits?" It was a hypothetical question. Yes, Hawkstreak has already met, spoke, and played with his children. Yet, he doesn't spend every day with them. He doesn't know that Glacierkit is afraid of owls, or that Aspenkit likes to chomp on tails. He doesn't know that his son reminds her of him every time she looks at him. Hawkstreak doesn't know their children like she did, and she wanted him to. Without waiting for any sort of complaint, or plea she led him across the camp. Many cats didn't bother to look up. Back when they were first together many thought it was a rare, almost magical sight. Back then, Silverwing swore she would never fall in love. Back then Hawkstreak was an over-grown kit. Now they were parents. Ha, destiny was a funny thing. They were only mere steps away from the nursery when they were ambushed. Three furry fluff balls launched themselves into the air. Silverwing braced herself for impact but instead she wasn't the one being mauled. The laughter bubbled out of her throat as she watched them take down their father. "Serves you right." Silverwing beamed, for once she felt utterly fulfilled. Which was odd, for she never wanted to be a warrior more. ooc: Crap post is crap. And I'm so sorry Rainy :C I've just been too busy. I'll get working on Scorch's stuff soon. Gah I feel guilty now XC [bg=635654][atrb=border,0,true]

Hawkstreak's sexy, manly look melted into a frown of disappointment. This was not what he planned. But, this was why he was so nervous. Maybe it was StarClan telling him not to do this when they were interrupted so many times. Silverwing never reacted good to things. Not anymore. It seemed those innocent days of flirting and playing with fresh-kill were over. Maybe their relationship was doomed. All because he couldn't shape up and fix it. Sulking, he waited for the laughter to cease, barely missing the ambush of a paw in the process. As Silverwing slipped from his hold and faced him, his ears folded back and his body shrank away, not knowing what he was prepared for. What if Silverwing was angry at him for doing such a stunt? What if- Before he could continue his panic-stricken thinking, a soft whisper lightly touched his ears with so much grace he almost fainted at the sound of it. He couldn't remember when she had ever spoken so sweet. So full of melody. He could hear this tone all day. The brown tabby felt his heart melt before he heard the words. Finally reacting to what she said, his eyes widened. What...? If it wasn't that, then maybe it was him that was making her angry? Right now, though, it felt like she never got angry with the mood she was in right now. It made him forget all the tussles in the past. ...the past! That's right! Maybe she was still holding a grudge from the past! When he..overreacted to her news about her pregnancy. That was the day they officially became mates. It should have been a romantic, memorable time. But thanks to him that was all ruined. Though..he could...fix things... Hawkstreak happily followed Silverwing toward the nursery, her soft words still making his heart beat fast. For some reason, he was happy he was going into the nursery to be bombarded by his kits, with their mother watching amusingly in the background. An idea made into this thick head, a smile playing across his lips. "Hey Silv...I promise to visit every day despite my oh so busy schedule if you meet me tonight at moonhigh," Hawkstreak smirked, batting Aspenkit from his tail. Obviously that didn't work, because when Hawkstreak glanced at the beautiful silver queen and murmured, "I love you," he was bit again. "Oh, you're gonna get it now!" Hawkstreak threatened playfully, grabbing her scruff and acting like a clumsy badger. "Roooar!" (Aww you don't have to feel guilty! I know you've been busy! No need to feel sorry! I know how you feel! It's alright! -hugs-) [bg=654918][atrb=border,0,true]

A smile broke through the barrier as Aspenkit mauled her father's tail. A snicker passed her lips as Glacierkit nipped his paws. A laugh escaped her throat as Weaselkit aerial attacked his back. Silverwing wasn't compelled to accept his offer, it was tempting but there was a backdrop to it. Was this something he could really stick with? Hawkstreak resented anything and everything that was mature. And being a parent? That was practically smothered with bright red labels reading, Ahem, Sir I believe you are now indeed a father. But there was that twinkling gleam in his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine, his offer was much to intoxicating. It had been moons since she was out of camp at night. Being a mother ensured that. Raising her brows she meowed saucily, "You sure you can handle it Hawky?" She purred almost tauntingly, "They do this every time you are within seconds of the nursery." The silver queen tensed her muscles, causing a wave to ripple across her pelt. As if indicating many of the kit sized scars that decorated her fur. She twitched her whiskers, and dug her claws into the earth. A faux look of concentration slid across her face. A feeble attempt at pretending to think about his proposition. "Your offer is a tempting one..." The words trailed off, as if she were still on the fence about it. In truth she wasn't sure if it were possible to deny him. They joke, constantly rip on each other, and fight tooth and claw just about every day; but this was their kind of love. Perhaps a relaxing evening wouldn't be too taboo. The former warrior raised her chin, "Ok, you got yourself a deal." Silverwing padded closer, her hot breath fluttered around his face, "But if you don't show up ONE day..." Once again her voice drifted away. Only this time what was left was an evil smile, "Let's just say you'll never be able to walk again." The queen took a few steady paces back; the smirk still sat on her face. "Now, let's get these brats settled down for their afternoon nap." Being stuck in the nursery for four moons meant their had to be a schedule. Of course this included nap times. It was the only time she could ever afford to have time for herself. The sun was slowly melting into the trees, indicating it was well around four 'O clock. The she-cat stretched luxuriously, "Kits." She barked suddenly, her green eyes narrowed lethally. "Get. In. The. Nursery." Silverwing directed, fortunate her kits weren't being difficult today. Within seconds they were piling into the nursery, and trying to get comfortable. "There I put them to bed." She meowed humbly, a small smile was shot his way. "Now you make sure they actually get to sleep." [bg=635654][atrb=border,0,true]

Whiteclaw
The haunted Warrior

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The black tom slowly slipped back into the camp after making dirt and shook out his fur. As he slowly let his gaze wander around the camp he was glad to see that everything seemed to be peaceful. Kits were playing, warrior were talking and going out to hunt and do patrols, apprentices were practicing battle moves and elders were telling stories. Nothing seemed out of place and yet Whiteclaw couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.

He settled in a small corner in the sun to warm himself up and to watch the other cats. That feeling of invisible eyes never left his pelt and he could tell his fur was slowly rising. Great Starclan, what was wrong with him? As he kept looking around he stopped at the shadows at the camp across from him. He swore he could see a dark figure looking at him with narrowed eyes. He flexed his claws into the ground as he recognized the sleek figure and blue eyes. Darkfang....but how? he was dead he couldn't be-

A cat passed in front of the shadows and the figure was gone. It had just been his imagination. Whiteclaw growled at himself for his stupidity and licked his paw running it over his ear. Why was he being so jumpy about a cat that was dead? Darkfang could never hurt him again and he would never hurt another cat. It wasn't possible. He shook and head a closed his eyes. Maybe if he could get a little sleep...

However soon a little paw was batting at his flicking tail and another was trying to climb on his back. He opened his eyes a little started and was surprised to see some of the kits had come over to play with him. He knew he wasn't the most playful warrior around, but it wasn't because he hated kits.
"Well hello there."

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Peaceful

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Yes, things were peaceful again. It wasn't exciting anymore. Nope. It was just a bittersweet memory now. Those fun days when they were in an adventure to find a new home? Meeting new cats? Facing death? It was all over. Now the only thing exciting was to watch mom and dad bicker.

Even that though, wasn't happening. Today they seemed to get along well, unless dad was going to murder mom when they went out tonight. Weaselkit was determind to follow them, as long as he could stay awake. At least dad promised to come every day. It was boring to attack mom when you already knew what to expect. Plus, he desperately wanted to learn from his father. The legends of his pranks amazed him. Everyone casted it aside as idiocy, but he thought of it as the cleverest thing in the world. Not even being taught battle skills would pry his interest away from learning a prank or two. One day, he would show everyone how useful playing a prank could be for the Clan! They could use it to deceive enemies and stuff!

Weaselkit dismissed the idea of taking a nap entirely, wanting to stay awake and prepare himself to go on the night trek with his parents. What if he could learn his first prank by following them? What if dad was pranking mom and it was such an awesome trick that he had to do it where no one else could see and copy it? He had to find out! But what could he do to get himself awake? Raggedflower's kits were not an option. They were barely old enough to walk yet, let along play with. Plus, he had to sneak out so he could get away from mom's menacing words in order for her wish for him to take a nap could be in process.

A warrior! That's it! He could play with a warrior! He hoped he wouldn't get into trouble, or no one would tell on him. Grinning, he scampered into the nursery like a good little kit, then slipped out of it when mom wasn't looking. Making his first move on the nearest warrior, he leaped at the black body's back, losing his grip and falling off when the tom looked back. It was Whiteclaw, the knowledge of who he was purely on his rank. "Hey there, sir!" Weaselkit greeted with a smile. Lowering his voice he meowed, "Mom is in a good mood! It's really weird!" [/blockquote][/color][/sup]

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Whiteclaw
The Haunted Warrior

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Whiteclaw felt a small smile grace his lips but it didn't say there for long. He remembered as a child when he would play with warriors for fun trying to sneak out of the den. But many times his father would catch him and scold him. He shivered slightly and pushed away the memory of the dark tom. At Weaslekit's comment about his mother being in a good mood he tilted his head slightly.

"What's so weird about it? Aren't mothers always to be in a good mood when in the company of her kits or her mate?"

[/color] okay even he knew the answer to that one with Hawkstreak and Silverwing. Those two bickered with so much fire he wondered many times if they would tear each other's throats out. But he had noticed that Silverwing had acted rather nice to the pranking tom. Truthfully, Hawkstreak wasn't on his good side right now. The young tom played around too much and tended to get the clan behind on work. But every clan had a tom like that, he was sure.

Whiteclaw focused his gaze back on eh small tom cat and batted at his ears. "So why exactly are you out of the den when i know good and well your brothers and sisters are inside taking a nap."[/color] he mewed flicking his ears slightly sitting up a little grabbing the young tom by the scruff and moving him to where he was situated in front of him. He looked at the little scrap and couldn't help but chuckle as the small kit looked bewildered that he had just moved him with such ease. He had that effect on kits that came to tussle with him. Of course Whiteclaw was always careful, but that didn't mean he couldn't show off a little strength.[/size][/left]