Post by pinewhisker on Apr 14, 2014 9:49:53 GMT -6
pinewhisker
i've got to have roots before branches. i have to know who i am before
i can know who i'm gonna be and faith to take chances. and live like
i see a place in this world left for me
i can know who i'm gonna be and faith to take chances. and live like
i see a place in this world left for me
a stout russet tabby tom with golden eyes.
pinewhisker is not the largest cat around by far. he is often taken for granted because of his size which he gets from his mother. his limbs are not long nor is his torso but he is still a rather muscular cat. his shoulders are broad and his muscles are large and taught. he may be short, but a lot comes in that small package. his coloration was once a darker russet color, reminding his mother of the bark of a pine tree, which is where his name came from. as time went on though he became a lighter, so much so that his fur has deep ginger hues and light gold and warm brown patches instead. his stomach and chest remained the white coloration though, just as his muzzle, cheeks, and chin. pinewhisker has golden eyes though they can range anywhere from an orange color all the way to a yellow color depending on the lighting. if one was to look closely enough, he does have green flecks ranging around his pupil. as for scars, well pinewhisker has more than his fair share, though most are small and are covered fairly well by his fur. the only one that was too severe to be covered by his fur is along his shoulder blade which was caused when he was younger and exploring too close to a barbed wire fence near the two-leg encampment, looking for recruits.
In battle, Pine's actions can be considered nothing less than gallant, or at least, that is what he would tell you. He fights with sturdy claws and fierce movements and fights every battle as if it is the last one he will ever fight. Some opponents are often surprised by Pine and his ability to fight, especially when he is such a short cat and just looks like he is made of fur. In reality, while is fur is long, he is also rather muscular.
If you haven't guessed by now, Pinewhisker is sort of histrionic, or in simple terms: he is a drama queen, he over exaggerates everything, is rather dramatic over the happenings and for the most part it is only because he wants attention. His mother can trace this behavior back to when he was a kit and accredits this behavior to the fact that he was the youngest of a large litter and extended family (and the smallest) for almost seven moons before more kits were introduced into their group. He compensated being smallest and youngest by being loud, obnoxious, and dramatic. (Though, if you ask anyone, Pinewhisker is a great story teller.)
HISTORY
innocence in the beginning, isn't that how it always goes?
Tree and her mate, Rabbit were the best of friends for as long as they could remember, so it was no surprise to everyone when the cats announced they would be mates at the age of fifteen moons because Tree was pregnant. While they were young, they were both happy and believed strongly in their love and defied both their families by being together. Tree nearly died with the first litter of kits that was born when she was sixteen moons old and none of the kits survived. It was not until the second litter that any healthy kits were produced. Out of a litter of four, three survived. They were named Birch, Pine, Aspen, and Cherry. The only three kits that survived were the three boys. Birch, Pine, and Aspen. Aspen and Birch were both equally large, where Pine was the smallest of the litter. All through his life, Pine competed with his larger (and first born) brothers to be in the spot light, but as many kits learn: being the smallest one is often the easiest way to ignored.
For the first few moons, while they grew older, Pine remained quiet, shied away from his siblings and mother. And most are certain that Pine was only more discouraged that he was the youngest of the entire family. Tree's sister had yet to find a mate and have her own kits, so there would be no more kits for several moons yet. It was not until he was almost five moons old when he realized that he could get her attention with his stories. Soon Pine was coming up with stories that entertained the whole group and he was the center of attention. It was usually when he was happiest, when his stories were bringing smiles to the other cats' faces. It was not until he was six moons old that Tree's sister, Sparrow, had her first kits and announced that her mate, Bear, would be joining them.
as moons pass by, the innocence fades...
As time passed, Pine only grew more obnoxious and outgoing. To his mother it seemed promising but to the rest of the family there was great disappointment in how his behavior had changed. Sure they were happy that he was more outgoing, but with it came a rude, disrespectful, and obnoxious cat and soon it came to the point where almost no cat could stand him for long periods of time except for his dear mother. Tree had no kits after that, aspiring to become a leader of a clan more than raise another litter. Because of this, Rabbit left, angry that he was not included in the decision, expected to follow along blindly, and not even be in charge of any of it. Rabbit later joined the CreekClan crusade and the two met again in later moons.
Pine trained with his mother and siblings daily, working hard to learn to hunt and fight; wanting to be the best and proving countless times that he was. Even though Pine was smaller than both of his brothers it did not seem to discourage him any and by the time he had finished his training at ten moon he was able to take both of his brothers. Pine would often boast that he was strong enough to take them both if he were blind after chastising from his mother the gloating stopped for a while. Pine's life was fairly uneventful until he turned seventeen moons old.
far off, up in the clouds, a dreamer lays...
At the age of seventeen, Pine discovered she-cats. It was a strange thing, seeing as his family was so tight knit and most of the cats in the little band was his family, he had never really been around a she-cat that wasn't related to him. But he learned quickly that he liked it. Over his life-time he has had three litters, one with Fawnspot, one with a kitty-pet, and one with another loner, whose name seems to escape him at this point in time. For most of his life, after the discovery, he has found no real interest in she-cats aside from being a play thing and then tossing him aside. While Pine doesn't k now about his other two litters, he aspires greatly to have his kits that he had with Fawnspot with him. He doesn't miss her, per-say, rather just his kits.
Nearing twenty-one moons, Pine learned his true purpose within the family, finding members. So he set off, alluring toms and she-cats with his brilliant mind, carefully choosing strong cats that could trace their linage back to ThunderClan, or at very least the clans. While they were more open to the acceptance of clan cats, any kitty-pet that showed interest was quickly chased away by any angry pack of cats. No kitty-pet would taint their clan, no way! It was during one of these adventures when the cats got a little too close to the two-leg encampment. A stray dog came bounding after group of cats and the strongest stayed behind to fight it, allowing the younger and weaker cats to get away. After they had escaped, the rest of the cats raced after and had to sneak under barbed wire fences. That was when his shoulder had been scarred.
As moons past, Pine continued in his ways. At the age of forty-two though, their band of cats met two other cats that traveled together, called themselves Creek and Hill. They were leaders, they led their own bands and aspired to be clans just as Tree aspired to one day resurrect TreeClan after the great and mighty ThunderClan. Pine was at first very discouraged when he learned that his mate (Fawnspot) intended to keep the kits with her and leave TreeClan to go to CreekClan. He was told the night they arrived at the new territories. Her new mate was a tom in CreekClan, and Pine was devastated to know that his kits would be raised by another tom.
His family took on the names of Rabbitfoot, Birchfall, Aspenfeather, Gorsepaw, Dapplepaw, and Wolfpaw. (Apprentices are his kits) and he himself was given the name Pinewhisker. His mother named him and announced he would be deputy, though has recently been given leadership due to his mother's eyesight which left her after a run in with a fox left the wounds over her eyes infected and nearly killed her. Now Pinewhisker spends every day taking care of her, bringing her prey, and leading his clan the way she would want.
tornpaw from darkest desires - we can't stay here
Nettlekit wandered walked through the forest with a large black cat before him. His paws were sore and he was tired. Beside him, Whisperkit would occasionally sniffle from tears. She cast an uneasy glance toward her brother, who tried to act strong, to be brave. To pretend that he wasn't terrified. But to pretend and to be brave were two completely different things. They were different in the aspect of a cat who was pretending often failed. A cat who was brave was usually able to accomplish what they were attempting to do. But in his defense, he was certain that any cat in his position would have been terrified.
The sound of a growl ahead reminded Nettlekit that he had to keep walking. He hurried his pace forward, before glancing over at Whisperkit who pressed closer to her brother. "Don't be afraid, Whisperkit." He tried to reassure her, and puffed out his chest a little, causing the she-cat to giggle a bit. But that moment was short lived, because the tom that had taken these kits from RiverClan spun on them both so quickly that Whisperkit let out a terrified scream and Nettlekit stumbled backward. The scream rang out through the forest, and the loner knew he didn't have much time anymore. Someone from RiverClan would hear...
The next few moments passed in a blur, but each second felt like it took hours. The loner drew his claws and dug them deep into Nettlekit's paw. The kit let out a shriek of pain as the claws sank through, and he reared back sharply, in the same moment that the loner tore forward. The flesh literally shred hanging loosely to the bone. The injured kit screamed in agony and sobbed as he blindly limped toward his sister, trying to protect her as best as he could. But he couldn't find her. He blinked the tears hard, attempting to clear his vision and all he could see was the shadow of the loner ahead of him, with a bouncy kit dangling in his jaws. Whisperkit was screaming, calling for help, and without any sort of warning, Nettlekit raced after them, limping heavily. He stumbled, calling after them. "Whisperkit! Whisperkit!" He screamed, running faster, or at least trying.
The apprentice awakened with a jolt, the claws of his good paw dug deep into the moss of his nest, his useless paw dangling over the edge, wrapped in cobwebs. His breathing was hurried, and he tried to calm himself, the fear of his dream... his memory was still so fresh. He had been haunted by this nightmare for the last moon. Ever since Whisperkit and he had been taken from RiverClan... ever since he had been rescued and she had not. Deep down, he blamed himself. He knew he should have done something. He knew he should have tried harder. Anything that would have saved her... saved her life would have been better than what he had done. He should be in her position. Dead, and she in his, alive, healthy, or at least sort of.
Tornpaw sighed, glancing toward the entrance of the makeshift den. Memories of the last few days slowly coming back, reminding the apprentice why they were here. Why he was here and not in camp where he belonged. The river was getting higher, causing danger for the cats in the clans. The apprentice sighed heavily and closed his eyes again, attempting to fall back asleep, to get some dreamless sleep before the day would begin, before he had to do something and make a mistake from exhaustion. But just as he was nearly asleep, a voice interrupted his thoughts and the apprentice started in alarm.Tornpaw, my lad, I am in need of your assistance, meet me at the cross over. Bring a warrior or two with you of your choosing. I am trusting your judgement of our cats. Tornpaw glanced up at his leader, his eyes widened for a moment from the alarm of been aroused in the middle of the night.
He bowed his head, trembling as he pushed himself to his paws. He stretched, letting out a yawn before looking back at Badgerstar. "All right, Badgerstar. " He agreed instantly, not sure where they were going or why. He just knew that if it was the middle of the night and this cat was arousing him from slumber that there had to be something important going on. Tornpaw followed his leader out of the den and watched as be bound off before setting off toward the make-shift warrior's den.
The Medicine Cat Apprentice stepped inside, glancing at each of the warriors. He thought which cat's he should ask along, and after a moment, nodded at his choice of Smallsong and another warrior by the name of Thrushfall. "Smallsong..." The apprentice called softly next to the she-cat. "I need your help. Can you meet me outside the den?" He asked softly before moving toward Thrushfall. "You too, Thrushfall, we need to go do something, I need you too." He watched as Thrushfall blinked his eyes open and glanced at the cat.
He thought about it for only a moment before quietly exiting the den. Tornpaw took a moment to glance over his shoulder and make sure Smallsong was coming before limping out of the den himself. He waited, his bad paw raised off the ground and he gave the tom a friendly smile as he stood, the mist coming from the sky drenching his pelt and his skin. It gave him chills, but he didn't mind. Something was going on, and whatever it was... it was important.
pinewhisker is not the largest cat around by far. he is often taken for granted because of his size which he gets from his mother. his limbs are not long nor is his torso but he is still a rather muscular cat. his shoulders are broad and his muscles are large and taught. he may be short, but a lot comes in that small package. his coloration was once a darker russet color, reminding his mother of the bark of a pine tree, which is where his name came from. as time went on though he became a lighter, so much so that his fur has deep ginger hues and light gold and warm brown patches instead. his stomach and chest remained the white coloration though, just as his muzzle, cheeks, and chin. pinewhisker has golden eyes though they can range anywhere from an orange color all the way to a yellow color depending on the lighting. if one was to look closely enough, he does have green flecks ranging around his pupil. as for scars, well pinewhisker has more than his fair share, though most are small and are covered fairly well by his fur. the only one that was too severe to be covered by his fur is along his shoulder blade which was caused when he was younger and exploring too close to a barbed wire fence near the two-leg encampment, looking for recruits.
ambitious. belittling. confident. discordant.
eccentric. fickle. gallant. histrionic.
eccentric. fickle. gallant. histrionic.
Ambition is something that Pinewhisker is full of. He has no limit to what he will do to get what he wants, regardless of what it is. Sadly, that ambition that makes him such a good leader can also make him an awful one as well. For instance, when he wants something, he will literally stop at nothing to get it. He would sell out his best friend, get rid of his mother if he had to, if it meant he achieved his goal. Pinewhisker is often so caught up in his goals that he sees no error in his ways and often forgets to realize that what he is doing is wrong.
This cat has a tendency to belittle others, especially those of other clans. What I mean is, Pinewhisker is completely obnoxious and often puts himself above most other cats. He does rate his clanmates higher than the cats of of the other clans but still has trouble viewing them as equals. While he has learned to treat them with respect there are still times when he is irritated or frustrated when he forgets and belittles everyone around him.
If there is one thing that Pinewhisker can always count on, it is is confidence. Ever since he was a young kit, even though he was the smallest of the litter, he was always confident. But maybe it was because he felt he had to over compensate for his size by being loud, obnoxious, and above all, confident. Pinewhisker has always been the kind of cat to puff out his chest to another cat to try and prove his dominance and isn't afraid of a scrabble or to so he can show his strength.
In regards to most matters, unless the outcome benefits him in any way, Pinewhisker is extremely discordant. He has a tendency to usually agree or cause argument over little matters if they are of no importance. If they affect him and the discussion isn't going the way he wants, well he also tends to start an argument of some sort until the desired result comes forward. If that doesn't work then he usually heads straight for a physical altercation, not usually wasting too much time between the two strategies.
Some people would call Pinewhisker strange or just play weird, but he refers to himself as eccentric and he views it in the best way. The tom has no problem standing out from the crowd and usually prefers it over the other option of being ordinary. After all, what is the point of going with the flow and being part of the crowd when you can be your own crowd, go your own way, and do your own thing?
As for his love life, well Pinewhisker has always been rather fickle with his partners. He usually doesn't stay with the same she-cat for very long. Most of the time it's long enough to spend an interesting night or two and then he tosses her aside and moves on to the next pretty face. Now that he's leader and the clans are settling, Pinewhisker is much more careful about his decisions and is careful not to mess with any of the she-cats in this clan, knowing if he does it could end poorly so instead he fools around with loners and the occasional kitty-pet when he is feeling low. He does have one "ex" as you could put it, that lives in CreekClan. She is the mother of his kits and she took them with her when she decided to leave and go to CreekClan. Pinewhisker was devastated that he could not be involved with his kits' lives, but does not regret losing his ex-mate, Fawnspot.
This cat has a tendency to belittle others, especially those of other clans. What I mean is, Pinewhisker is completely obnoxious and often puts himself above most other cats. He does rate his clanmates higher than the cats of of the other clans but still has trouble viewing them as equals. While he has learned to treat them with respect there are still times when he is irritated or frustrated when he forgets and belittles everyone around him.
If there is one thing that Pinewhisker can always count on, it is is confidence. Ever since he was a young kit, even though he was the smallest of the litter, he was always confident. But maybe it was because he felt he had to over compensate for his size by being loud, obnoxious, and above all, confident. Pinewhisker has always been the kind of cat to puff out his chest to another cat to try and prove his dominance and isn't afraid of a scrabble or to so he can show his strength.
In regards to most matters, unless the outcome benefits him in any way, Pinewhisker is extremely discordant. He has a tendency to usually agree or cause argument over little matters if they are of no importance. If they affect him and the discussion isn't going the way he wants, well he also tends to start an argument of some sort until the desired result comes forward. If that doesn't work then he usually heads straight for a physical altercation, not usually wasting too much time between the two strategies.
Some people would call Pinewhisker strange or just play weird, but he refers to himself as eccentric and he views it in the best way. The tom has no problem standing out from the crowd and usually prefers it over the other option of being ordinary. After all, what is the point of going with the flow and being part of the crowd when you can be your own crowd, go your own way, and do your own thing?
As for his love life, well Pinewhisker has always been rather fickle with his partners. He usually doesn't stay with the same she-cat for very long. Most of the time it's long enough to spend an interesting night or two and then he tosses her aside and moves on to the next pretty face. Now that he's leader and the clans are settling, Pinewhisker is much more careful about his decisions and is careful not to mess with any of the she-cats in this clan, knowing if he does it could end poorly so instead he fools around with loners and the occasional kitty-pet when he is feeling low. He does have one "ex" as you could put it, that lives in CreekClan. She is the mother of his kits and she took them with her when she decided to leave and go to CreekClan. Pinewhisker was devastated that he could not be involved with his kits' lives, but does not regret losing his ex-mate, Fawnspot.
In battle, Pine's actions can be considered nothing less than gallant, or at least, that is what he would tell you. He fights with sturdy claws and fierce movements and fights every battle as if it is the last one he will ever fight. Some opponents are often surprised by Pine and his ability to fight, especially when he is such a short cat and just looks like he is made of fur. In reality, while is fur is long, he is also rather muscular.
If you haven't guessed by now, Pinewhisker is sort of histrionic, or in simple terms: he is a drama queen, he over exaggerates everything, is rather dramatic over the happenings and for the most part it is only because he wants attention. His mother can trace this behavior back to when he was a kit and accredits this behavior to the fact that he was the youngest of a large litter and extended family (and the smallest) for almost seven moons before more kits were introduced into their group. He compensated being smallest and youngest by being loud, obnoxious, and dramatic. (Though, if you ask anyone, Pinewhisker is a great story teller.)
HISTORY
innocence in the beginning, isn't that how it always goes?
Tree and her mate, Rabbit were the best of friends for as long as they could remember, so it was no surprise to everyone when the cats announced they would be mates at the age of fifteen moons because Tree was pregnant. While they were young, they were both happy and believed strongly in their love and defied both their families by being together. Tree nearly died with the first litter of kits that was born when she was sixteen moons old and none of the kits survived. It was not until the second litter that any healthy kits were produced. Out of a litter of four, three survived. They were named Birch, Pine, Aspen, and Cherry. The only three kits that survived were the three boys. Birch, Pine, and Aspen. Aspen and Birch were both equally large, where Pine was the smallest of the litter. All through his life, Pine competed with his larger (and first born) brothers to be in the spot light, but as many kits learn: being the smallest one is often the easiest way to ignored.
For the first few moons, while they grew older, Pine remained quiet, shied away from his siblings and mother. And most are certain that Pine was only more discouraged that he was the youngest of the entire family. Tree's sister had yet to find a mate and have her own kits, so there would be no more kits for several moons yet. It was not until he was almost five moons old when he realized that he could get her attention with his stories. Soon Pine was coming up with stories that entertained the whole group and he was the center of attention. It was usually when he was happiest, when his stories were bringing smiles to the other cats' faces. It was not until he was six moons old that Tree's sister, Sparrow, had her first kits and announced that her mate, Bear, would be joining them.
as moons pass by, the innocence fades...
As time passed, Pine only grew more obnoxious and outgoing. To his mother it seemed promising but to the rest of the family there was great disappointment in how his behavior had changed. Sure they were happy that he was more outgoing, but with it came a rude, disrespectful, and obnoxious cat and soon it came to the point where almost no cat could stand him for long periods of time except for his dear mother. Tree had no kits after that, aspiring to become a leader of a clan more than raise another litter. Because of this, Rabbit left, angry that he was not included in the decision, expected to follow along blindly, and not even be in charge of any of it. Rabbit later joined the CreekClan crusade and the two met again in later moons.
Pine trained with his mother and siblings daily, working hard to learn to hunt and fight; wanting to be the best and proving countless times that he was. Even though Pine was smaller than both of his brothers it did not seem to discourage him any and by the time he had finished his training at ten moon he was able to take both of his brothers. Pine would often boast that he was strong enough to take them both if he were blind after chastising from his mother the gloating stopped for a while. Pine's life was fairly uneventful until he turned seventeen moons old.
far off, up in the clouds, a dreamer lays...
At the age of seventeen, Pine discovered she-cats. It was a strange thing, seeing as his family was so tight knit and most of the cats in the little band was his family, he had never really been around a she-cat that wasn't related to him. But he learned quickly that he liked it. Over his life-time he has had three litters, one with Fawnspot, one with a kitty-pet, and one with another loner, whose name seems to escape him at this point in time. For most of his life, after the discovery, he has found no real interest in she-cats aside from being a play thing and then tossing him aside. While Pine doesn't k now about his other two litters, he aspires greatly to have his kits that he had with Fawnspot with him. He doesn't miss her, per-say, rather just his kits.
Nearing twenty-one moons, Pine learned his true purpose within the family, finding members. So he set off, alluring toms and she-cats with his brilliant mind, carefully choosing strong cats that could trace their linage back to ThunderClan, or at very least the clans. While they were more open to the acceptance of clan cats, any kitty-pet that showed interest was quickly chased away by any angry pack of cats. No kitty-pet would taint their clan, no way! It was during one of these adventures when the cats got a little too close to the two-leg encampment. A stray dog came bounding after group of cats and the strongest stayed behind to fight it, allowing the younger and weaker cats to get away. After they had escaped, the rest of the cats raced after and had to sneak under barbed wire fences. That was when his shoulder had been scarred.
As moons past, Pine continued in his ways. At the age of forty-two though, their band of cats met two other cats that traveled together, called themselves Creek and Hill. They were leaders, they led their own bands and aspired to be clans just as Tree aspired to one day resurrect TreeClan after the great and mighty ThunderClan. Pine was at first very discouraged when he learned that his mate (Fawnspot) intended to keep the kits with her and leave TreeClan to go to CreekClan. He was told the night they arrived at the new territories. Her new mate was a tom in CreekClan, and Pine was devastated to know that his kits would be raised by another tom.
His family took on the names of Rabbitfoot, Birchfall, Aspenfeather, Gorsepaw, Dapplepaw, and Wolfpaw. (Apprentices are his kits) and he himself was given the name Pinewhisker. His mother named him and announced he would be deputy, though has recently been given leadership due to his mother's eyesight which left her after a run in with a fox left the wounds over her eyes infected and nearly killed her. Now Pinewhisker spends every day taking care of her, bringing her prey, and leading his clan the way she would want.
tornpaw from darkest desires - we can't stay here
Nettlekit wandered walked through the forest with a large black cat before him. His paws were sore and he was tired. Beside him, Whisperkit would occasionally sniffle from tears. She cast an uneasy glance toward her brother, who tried to act strong, to be brave. To pretend that he wasn't terrified. But to pretend and to be brave were two completely different things. They were different in the aspect of a cat who was pretending often failed. A cat who was brave was usually able to accomplish what they were attempting to do. But in his defense, he was certain that any cat in his position would have been terrified.
The sound of a growl ahead reminded Nettlekit that he had to keep walking. He hurried his pace forward, before glancing over at Whisperkit who pressed closer to her brother. "Don't be afraid, Whisperkit." He tried to reassure her, and puffed out his chest a little, causing the she-cat to giggle a bit. But that moment was short lived, because the tom that had taken these kits from RiverClan spun on them both so quickly that Whisperkit let out a terrified scream and Nettlekit stumbled backward. The scream rang out through the forest, and the loner knew he didn't have much time anymore. Someone from RiverClan would hear...
The next few moments passed in a blur, but each second felt like it took hours. The loner drew his claws and dug them deep into Nettlekit's paw. The kit let out a shriek of pain as the claws sank through, and he reared back sharply, in the same moment that the loner tore forward. The flesh literally shred hanging loosely to the bone. The injured kit screamed in agony and sobbed as he blindly limped toward his sister, trying to protect her as best as he could. But he couldn't find her. He blinked the tears hard, attempting to clear his vision and all he could see was the shadow of the loner ahead of him, with a bouncy kit dangling in his jaws. Whisperkit was screaming, calling for help, and without any sort of warning, Nettlekit raced after them, limping heavily. He stumbled, calling after them. "Whisperkit! Whisperkit!" He screamed, running faster, or at least trying.
The apprentice awakened with a jolt, the claws of his good paw dug deep into the moss of his nest, his useless paw dangling over the edge, wrapped in cobwebs. His breathing was hurried, and he tried to calm himself, the fear of his dream... his memory was still so fresh. He had been haunted by this nightmare for the last moon. Ever since Whisperkit and he had been taken from RiverClan... ever since he had been rescued and she had not. Deep down, he blamed himself. He knew he should have done something. He knew he should have tried harder. Anything that would have saved her... saved her life would have been better than what he had done. He should be in her position. Dead, and she in his, alive, healthy, or at least sort of.
Tornpaw sighed, glancing toward the entrance of the makeshift den. Memories of the last few days slowly coming back, reminding the apprentice why they were here. Why he was here and not in camp where he belonged. The river was getting higher, causing danger for the cats in the clans. The apprentice sighed heavily and closed his eyes again, attempting to fall back asleep, to get some dreamless sleep before the day would begin, before he had to do something and make a mistake from exhaustion. But just as he was nearly asleep, a voice interrupted his thoughts and the apprentice started in alarm.
He bowed his head, trembling as he pushed himself to his paws. He stretched, letting out a yawn before looking back at Badgerstar. "All right, Badgerstar. " He agreed instantly, not sure where they were going or why. He just knew that if it was the middle of the night and this cat was arousing him from slumber that there had to be something important going on. Tornpaw followed his leader out of the den and watched as be bound off before setting off toward the make-shift warrior's den.
The Medicine Cat Apprentice stepped inside, glancing at each of the warriors. He thought which cat's he should ask along, and after a moment, nodded at his choice of Smallsong and another warrior by the name of Thrushfall. "Smallsong..." The apprentice called softly next to the she-cat. "I need your help. Can you meet me outside the den?" He asked softly before moving toward Thrushfall. "You too, Thrushfall, we need to go do something, I need you too." He watched as Thrushfall blinked his eyes open and glanced at the cat.
He thought about it for only a moment before quietly exiting the den. Tornpaw took a moment to glance over his shoulder and make sure Smallsong was coming before limping out of the den himself. He waited, his bad paw raised off the ground and he gave the tom a friendly smile as he stood, the mist coming from the sky drenching his pelt and his skin. It gave him chills, but he didn't mind. Something was going on, and whatever it was... it was important.
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