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[Littlepaw]

Lightblaze ♡

ROLLS

Little paws stretched out from underneath a small, stocky frame. Large ears perking for any sound that might disturb her last moments of rest before she was to meet her mentor just outside the camp's interior. Green-amber eyes opened slowly to blink away the deep sleep that had consumed her. 

She lazily parted her jaws in a slow yawn, allowing her body to stretch and pop as she began to sit up. Licking her paw, she drew it over her ear with ease and began to clean her long fluffy fur. After only a few moments, she finished her small smile content with how she looked. 'I must be presentable!' She thought, remembering how she had felt, almost embarrassed, when she had been called up to touch noses with Lightblaze.

Shaking her embarrassment away, she tried to smile brightly like Rosepaw, and stand proudly like Wolfpaw. But in her steps out of the apprentice den, she began to feel like all eyes were on her. Sure enough, she lowered her head a smidge, her eyes cast downwards as she rushed towards the entrance.

She tumbled over her own paws and came to a rough landing just outside the entrance. Dirty, and very messy looking, the apprentice hurried to her paws, praying that her mentor had not seen such a stunt. 

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]to think that lightblaze would be trusted with his very own apprentice, only several moons after his own naming as a fully fledged tunneler! perhaps nightstar had finally realized lightblaze's true talent and potential? to say the cream-colored tom was excited was an understatement. he could finally show off his skills, and perhaps one day, the little one would be as skilled as he was! he had told littlepaw to meet him outside the camp in the morning, and after waking nice and early, there he sat waiting for his new pupil. his long, pluming tail waved back and forth, his eyes glimmering.[break][break]

large, dark clouds covered the entirety of the sky. though the rain had briefly subsided for the moment, he had no doubt that it would return later. the perfect time to take advantage of the break in the storm, he supposed. thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. littlepaw soon emerged from the camp entrance, albeit a bit clumsily, but he seemed to take no notice of the little tumble she'd taken. he leaped to his paws and grinned widely. "good morning, littlepaw! are you ready for today?" he greeted, puffing out his chest slightly. "i know you must be excited to learn all the ins and outs of tunneling, and fear not, we will get there shortly! however, today i will be showing you around windclan territory."[break][break]

he gave a sweep of his tail towards the sprawling moors. a pretty standard introductory lesson for apprentices-- he remembered the tour his own mentor had given him. it wasn't often he went out into the moors after becoming a full tunneler though, and it felt a little strange after spending so much time underground.

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[Littlepaw]

Lightblaze ♡

ROLLS

Whether the stars shown down brightly on her that day or her mentor just did not take heed, she felt a rush of relief flood her chest at how easily he let the tumble go. She felt most relieved with how easy going he seemed to be, and his words seemed friendly enough to not feel like he was about to drag her into some rather dangerous fun.

With tiny paws rearranging herself into a better position, the petite feline nodded her head eagerly. She definitely could not wait to be underground where the threat of the above could no longer hurt her. The safety from her siblings crueler pranks and the idea that she could strive to do something they could never even imagine.

She looked a tad bit chest-fallen when he explained they wouldn't be exploring the tunnels right away, however the idea of exploring the territory above gave her a rush of excitement. Tiny bounces on tiny paws was the physical reaction as she followed his tail gesture to the moors beyond. Her eyes widening further at the idea of exploring these rolling hills and sweeping meadows.

"Where do we begin Lightblaze?!" She asked in a rather excited, yet questioning way. Her paws itching to go, to be as far away from camp and any bad memories.

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]it was easy to see that the molly was excited to start, bouncing up and down on her tiny little paws. lightblaze let out a boisterous laugh and turned. "yes, let's not waste a moment more! follow me, and don't stray too far, okay?" the recent murders by the thunderclan border had admittedly spooked the cream-furred tom just a bit. he had insistently told his sister and his dear friends to take care when heading into the moors, just in case. he would not allow such a fate to befall his young pupil. with that said, the tom headed into the moors. when was the last time he'd been in the moors and not in the tunnels? he couldn't even recall.[break][break]

and his first destination was... "see these hills? this area is called the rolling hills. very creative, if i do say so myself." the tom chuckled playfully. "hunting here can be difficult, as the land is very uneven, as you can see." walking up and down the hills was a bit of a strange experience. but beyond the hills and just past the border that indicated the edge of windclan's territory lay a pair of old buildings. "over there is the twoleg farm. that area is technically outside of windclan's territory, so it's considered neutral ground. and over in this direction is a dirt thunderpath that marks the border with shadowclan." he paused a minute to let the molly take in this new info. "any questions so far?"

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[Littlepaw]

[attr="class","roxanne"]Littlepaw's smile reached her eyes when she heard her mentor begin to speak. He would instruct her to stay close and while she knew her small size might prove to be a disadvantage at keeping pace with the larger tom, she knew she could try to keep up. Leaping up to begin her steady pace with her mentor, she already knew her little newly apprentices muscles would not handle the day well. "Aye, aye Lightblaze!" She meowed enthusiastically.  With her whiskers twitching she tried to keep an eye on everything that they passed, making sure that she was well aware of how to get home.

Soon the landscape changed and the hills grew around them. "Rolling Hills, simple and to the point." She meowed mostly to herself. As they drove through the rolling hills, she wondered if the cats around her had begun to dig tunnels below paw, and if there were cats down there now. She had half a mind to ask when finally she took note of the changing to scenery again. As they came to a stop, she took note of the buildings in the distance, her eyes curious and wanting. The idea of running over to sniff the buildings did cross her mind. 

As Lightblaze mentioned a thunderpath she tilted her head. Only every hearing rumors of the dirt path, she turned her gaze to observe the path. "I thought the Thunderpath would always sound like thunder." She meowed, recalling the first storm she had experienced with thunder not even a few sunrises ago. Tilting her head, she turned back to her mentor and nodded. "Why do twolegs live in such large nests? Are they as tall as trees?" Her simple, kit-like question was directed mostly towards the building in the distance. 

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]the young molly's enthusiasm was almost infectious. lightblaze could feel himself break out into a smile of his own as he watched her. he could only imagine he was just as energetic during his own apprenticeship. it really didn't feel that long ago, though. "i haven't heard it yet myself, but some of the older warriors say it sounds pretty similar." lightblaze remarked thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side as he examined the dirt thunderpath, and the thick forest the lay just beyond it. he really did wonder how they managed to live under such thick coverage. he'd feel quite suffocated in such a crowded forest, he was pretty certain. then again, if he'd been born in shadowclan, he probably wouldn't feel that way.[break][break]

he glanced back down at her as she asked about twolegs and he took another look at the abandoned twoleg nest. "i haven't seen one for myself, but i've heard they're really tall. and dangerous." he responded solemnly. "i've heard a few stories of twolegs snatching up fully grown cats and whisking them away, never to be seen again." after a moment, he shook his head. "i don't think we have anything to worry about, though. this place looks long since abandoned." he gently gestured for the molly to continue following him and he changed course, heading along the border. as shadowclan's forest slowly faded into the distance, lightblaze gestured toward the tall pine trees that made up a part of thunderclan's forest.[break][break]

"this is the border with thunderclan. we've had a few... rather unfortunate incidents happen around here lately. we need to be very careful here."

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[Littlepaw]

LITTLEPAW

TUNNELLER APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN

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Her wide eyes peered at the thunder path with curious intent. If she had been braver she would have trotted right on over and touched its rough surface. Eyes bright and wandering, she took in all of Shadowclan's border before turning to look up at her mentor after asking about twolegs.

Her eyes were like moons, drinking in this information. Tall and dangerous, she thought, sounds like Wolfpaw. She tilted her head as he mentioned that the nests were abandoned and she almost asked the tom if they could explore them. However, she felt she should keep her maw shut and follow. She tilted her head as he spoke of accidents here, and she wondered why that was. "Why? Should we all not live peacefully within our borders?" Her mew was innocent and quiet.

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]lightblaze kept his eyes out and his ears pricked, ready to jump into action if anything unsightly were to happen to them. littlepaw's question was so innocent, so genuine, it made his heart ache for just a moment. "ideally, that's how things should be." he responded in kind, his voice uncharacteristically quiet and grim. "but some cats think they can do whatever they'd like. they cause trouble on purpose, either because they have nothing better to do, or some other nefarious reason." the bodies of rabbitstar and poppybreeze were hard to forget. and the wounds that had littered their bodies...[break][break]

he shook his head slightly, continuing to lead her along the border. "several cats have turned up dead by this border. nightstar is looking into whoever the culprit may be. many suspect it's a thunderclan cat. nightstar wants to find out himself before placing any blame, though. i can respect that." personally, he was thinking it was thunderclan. why would any windclan cats kill their own clanmates, especially their own leader? but that didn't explain why jayfeather turned up dead either... the whole situation made his head hurt.[break][break]

as he looked up, he realized that they had reached the golden prairie. "this area right here is the golden prairie. lots of rabbits and other types of prey can be found here." this area was quite nice, with lots of long grass and flowers swaying in the breeze, the occasional tree punctuating what was otherwise plain, empty fields. "on the other side of the prairie is the border with riverclan."

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[Littlepaw]

you put me on a pedestal and tell me i'm the best

She had been too young to see the bodies of Rabbitstar and Poppybreeze, but she had been aware they had died. Ears pulled back, the molly nodded grimly with her mentor. She understood now. As she listened to her mentor ramble on about what had happened and how Nightstar was handling it, she could not help but mention quietly; "He's a true leader, Nightstar. I want to be like him one day." She mused. 


She finally turned to see the prairie before her and smiled. It was to open for her liking, but it was beautiful. Stepping forward the molly listened to the wind and allowed it to flow through her pelt. Had she not been bullied by her siblings in early kittenhood - would she be out here, among them. She dare not think of those destinies and instead turned to her mentor. 

"Does Riverclan really eat stinky fish?" She asked cautiously. 

Lightblaze ♡

raise me up into the sky until i'm short of breath.

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]littlepaw's admiration of their leader brought a smile to the tunneler's face. "indeed. he is a respectable leader. calm, confident, rational, and dedicated." lightblaze hadn't been too familiar with rabbitstar's way of leadership, nor what she was like as a cat in general, but... he couldn't deny that nightstar worked hard to ensure the safety and well-being of windclan. maybe that'll be me one day! the thought brought a confident grin to the tom's face.[break][break]

that's about it for windclan's territory, i think. he'd showed her all the important areas, at least. at her question, he cocked his head to the side. "they do. i'm not sure if it's all they eat, but it is certainly one of their biggest sources of food." after a moment, he wrinkled his nose. "to each their own, i suppose. can't say i really see the appeal myself." after a moment, he stretched his legs with a soft hum. "i think that's about it for the moors. tomorrow i'll start getting into the basics of tunneling. be sure to get plenty of rest tonight." giving the young molly a warm smile, he began to lead the way back to their camp.

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[Littlepaw]

and now we lie awake, making beautiful mistakes

She smiled brightly at her mentor when he agreed with her about Nightstar. Her whiskers twitched happily and as the young apprentice bounced on her paws, she knew she would get to be a great Tunneller of the clan one day under his training - and perhaps she could be the first Tunneller Leader! She felt her chest swell with pride at the thought. 

She was wide-eyed, looking at her mentor with interest. She was going to say how gross it was, but took note of her mentor's indifferent reply and wondered, maybe I should not care. She smiled with ease as the tom spoke of returning to camp. With ease, the young she-cat followed. "I'm excited!" She meowed as they made their way home.

Lightblaze ♡

i wouldn't take 'em back, i'm in love with the past

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