~«Survival By War»~ (Warrior cat rp)

Hazelpaw gave them both a slow wink in turn; something that definitely signaled this no longer being exactly a calm and reflective night.
"hEy bOyS" she yodeled gaily off into the indefinite darkness that surrounded them. "cOulD yOu cOmE dO stAR a fAvOr and dIsPOsE Of mE?"

Crowpaw lazily raised his head, and let out a long groan, "do I need to be concerned for your sanity, Hazelapaw?" He half groaned, half snarked as he slid from the bramble bush.

Needlepaw laughed freely as the raced side by side with Barkpaw, he tried his hardest to push ahead of the other apprentice as the burst through the bramble entrance of camp. He skidded to a halt in the clearing, panting hard, he was caught up in running that he hadn't paid attention to who actually won the race.



Star batted her muzzle softly "Are you crazy, you're going to wake everyone up!" She said in between laughter, making her words jumbled and not overly caring if she did actually end up waking everyone.

"You definitely should be concerned, dork," Hazelpaw chirped as she frolicked past him into the unknown shadow. "PALETAIL, WE'RE WAITING."

"I wasn't aware Palepaw had earned his warrior name Hazelpaw, and such a boring one at that!" Star chirped playfully at Hazelpaw's yelling.

(@PeepersMama you're being summoned, what a rare occasion XD)

"It's dark out. And his name is Palepaw, not Paletail. Are you completely mental?" Crowpaw sat down, and drew a paw over his ear.

(*sobs* Okay so this is when Palepaw can come into play, honestly the only light hearted thing happening in this rp right now are these journey kids tbh )
 
An unobtrusive shadow once more, Mink skirted the cave wall with nimble pawsteps. Her eyes traveled the disseminating mass of cats, searching for the most unprepared. She found her first combat to be with some cats that looked more likely to flee than a gaggle of rabbits.
To-bes. And little more than kits.
She appeared before the bunch of trembling toms with whirling claws and savage teeth. "Kits, you have no place being here," she snarled, landing her blows primarily on the tabby with watery blue eyes- eyes that had him seem even younger.
Barkpaw winced when the lithe she-cat ripped into his face like lighting, but made sure to remain firm with his retaliation. "Watch who you call kits," he snapped, primarily irked that she'd immediately chosen to pick on their age-related insecurity.
Mink hissed out a laugh when the scrawny tom landed a loose bite to her scruff, allowing to her immediately flip off him against the wall. "But surely I'm right?"
 
An unobtrusive shadow once more, Mink skirted the cave wall with nimble pawsteps. Her eyes traveled the disseminating mass of cats, searching for the most unprepared. She found her first combat to be with some cats that looked more likely to flee than a gaggle of rabbits.
To-bes. And little more than kits.
She appeared before the bunch of trembling toms with whirling claws and savage teeth. "Kits, you have no place being here," she snarled, landing her blows primarily on the tabby with watery blue eyes- eyes that had him seem even younger.
Barkpaw winced when the lithe she-cat ripped into his face like lighting, but made sure to remain firm with his retaliation. "Watch who you call kits," he snapped, primarily irked that she'd immediately chosen to pick on their age-related insecurity.
Mink hissed out a laugh when the scrawny tom landed a loose bite to her scruff, allowing to her immediately flip off him against the wall. "But surely I'm right?"

Needlepaw launched forward at the she-cat that attacked Barkpaw, pushing her back with the force of his body slamming into hers "We are Pineclan apprentices! We can take on a small Tribe cat like you any day!" He said confidently as he darted back from the she-cat. He glared at her through narrowed eyes "I doubt you know anymore more about fighting then I do, you look like a scrawny mangy Prey-Hunter." He noted with a hiss.

(To-Bes are made at 8 moons and Needlepaw and Dogpaw are barely 7, she really does see them as kits)
 
Snarl's dark eyes narrowed and he dipped his head in a quick nod. "Lucky for you I'm known far and wide for my cowardice," he muttered as he slipped out from beneath her and lingered close to one of her ears. "Or otherwise, all suspicions would be totally on us for me just hightailing it out of here." As he turned and retaliated with a flurry of soft blows to her flanks, his dark eyes had a mischievous gleam.

Leopardmoon returned Snarl's soft blows with her own, hers fast and better placed then his, her battle training would best him if it were a real fight as seeing he wasn't trained in combat at all. Leopardmoon took to batting at his head in a rapid fire way. "You're a Prey-Hunter, your Tribe can't expect you to last long against a deputy." She murmured to him, the yowling and hissing of fighting cats made it so he surely was the only cat who could hear her.
 
Silverwing looked at Canopypaw and sighed, "Listen, we got off on the wrong paw again. I was upset because I threw away my life as a medicine cat for a tom, who didn't love me all the way and then left, only to die to the Tribe. I don't want that to happen to you, so please make your choice. And, I need tansy. Can you find that please?"
 
Fallingrain padded into camp, his jaws full of prey. He dropped it onto the pile and settled away from the clan. Unwilling to talk, he cleaned his thick, silver pelt. Silently hoping a cat would speak with him.
 
Silverwing looked at Canopypaw and sighed, "Listen, we got off on the wrong paw again. I was upset because I threw away my life as a medicine cat for a tom, who didn't love me all the way and then left, only to die to the Tribe. I don't want that to happen to you, so please make your choice. And, I need tansy. Can you find that please?"

Canopypaw growled, not saying a word to Silverwing as she was far to bitter with the she-cat to argue anymore before she stood up and limped quickly out of the den, she was still exhausted but she ignored Wingpaw's protests as she left the camp to hunt down tansy.
 
Canopypaw growled, not saying a word to Silverwing as she was far to bitter with the she-cat to argue anymore before she stood up and limped quickly out of the den, she was still exhausted but she ignored Wingpaw's protests as she left the camp to hunt down tansy.
Silverwing watched her leave and called after her, “Be careful!”
 
Fallingrain padded into camp, his jaws full of prey. He dropped it onto the pile and settled away from the clan. Unwilling to talk, he cleaned his thick, silver pelt. Silently hoping a cat would speak with him.

Lightfall trotted across the camp silently, she had saw Fallingrain put some fresh-kill on the pile and she picked up a small sparrow the warrior must have caught. She slipped back to a shaded and quiet section of camp to eat the prey.

Silverwing watched her leave and called after her, “Be careful!”

Canopypaw completely ignored her, a scowl on her face as she slipped out of camp. She could take care of herself and the clan, she didn't need to hear anything from Silverwing about how to care for clan mates or how she has to think about her choice to become a medicine cat.
 
Lightfall trotted across the camp silently, she had saw Fallingrain put some fresh-kill on the pile and she picked up a small sparrow the warrior must have caught. She slipped back to a shaded and quiet section of camp to eat the prey.



Canopypaw completely ignored her, a scowl on her face as she slipped out of camp. She could take care of herself and the clan, she didn't need to hear anything from Silverwing about how to care for clan mates or how she has to think about her choice to become a medicine cat.
Silverwing shook her head, uneasy about the apprentice and Wingpaw.


Fallingrain looked over and noticed Lightfall. Shuffling closer by a bit, he called quietly, “Hi...”
 

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