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POSTED ON: Mar 23, 2022 15:51:47 GMT 12
Year Nine // Early Greenleaf // Heavy fog and High Humidity // Dawn
In camp, by the freshkill pile
As Thistlesong emerged from the warriors den, she was delighted to see that it was her favourite kind of morning. A heavy fog hung in the air.
The grey mist made it so that she could barely see across the camp. The sun had barely crested over the moor, not giving it’s rays enough time to cut through the gloom. Although it wasn’t gloom to her, this was her favourite weather. A small yawn escaped her jaws as she let out a long stretch, curling her back as she let out the stiffness of the night. Glancing around, she didn’t see anyone else awake yet, though it was more than likely that she just couldn’t see them through the fog. Her fur felt heavy like the air as she headed to the fresh kill pile. She sniffed gently at what was left from the night before, finally deciding on a small mouse. She wasn’t starving and would rather save her appetite for something fresh later. She took her meal a few tail lengths away before tucking her paws underneath her and digging in. She wondered what the day would bring. Glancing around again, she looked to see if anyone had woken up to join her for breakfast.
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POSTED ON: Mar 23, 2022 22:47:03 GMT 12
CEDARBRANCH Cedarbranch yawned as he got up from the rock he slept at and walked over to the fresh kill pile, grabbing a shrew while he was at it. He went to eat it until suddenly he noticed Thistlesong alone. And so, as the kind tom he is, he decided to go over to her and strike up a conversation whilst they ate on this fine morning. He padded over to her, laying down a few lengths in front of her so he wasn't too close that he'd make the she-cat uncomfortable. Cedarbranch then opened his muzzle to speak. "Hello Thistlesong. Quite a nice morning, am I right?" He mewed, warmly smiling as he spoke, eventually waiting for a reply from the molly. Thistlesong
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POSTED ON: Mar 24, 2022 8:46:16 GMT 12
Year Nine // Early Greenleaf // Heavy fog and High Humidity // Dawn
In camp, by the freshkill pile
The she cat lifted her head as she heard approaching paw steps and smiled at Cedarbranch as he settled near her. She wasn't sure if his comment about the weather was genuine, many cats prefered a sunny day over this but she decided to take it at face value and nodded.
"I love mornings like this, I find them very peaceful." She paused, taking another mouthful from her prey before speaking again,
"How is your training going with Kiwipaw? It must be exciting to have your first apprentice!" Thistlesong was genuinely curious, as she looked forward to the day she would have an apprentice of her own. She was only a little bit jealous that the younger tom had reached the milestone before her. But she also knew it took many more moons to become an experienced tunneller and really she was still learning. It might be some time before she had an apprentice of her own.
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POSTED ON: Mar 25, 2022 4:00:15 GMT 12
CEDARBRANCH The large tomcat started to take a bite into his piece of shrew, nodding once as Thistlesong spoke. Once he ate the piece he had grabbed from the shrew, he began to reply. "Mornings are my favorite time of the moon, excluding nighttime. And yes, they can be quite peaceful most times, just like you said." Cedarbranch meowed with a small smile.
However, the apprentice topic caught the tom off guard. It makes him look at his front paws in slight shame, yet mostly disappointment. "...Kiwipaw is from the pureblood lineage. I'm not exactly pureblood, as I was loner born, which in turn makes the young apprentice not like me at all." Cedarbranch pointed out with a frown before sighing and continuing. "It isn't Kiwipaw's fault however, as the apprentice was most likely taught that at a young age." He said once again before adding on once more. "I, however, will still do my best to mentor him, even if he hates me."
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POSTED ON: Mar 25, 2022 15:55:46 GMT 12
Year Nine // Early Greenleaf // Heavy fog and High Humidity // Dawn
In camp, by the freshkill pile
Thistlesong was surprised to hear what the tom had to say. She knew that some cats were proud of their pure Windclan heritage but she hadn't realized that any of them would take it as a reason to look down on other cats. Especially if that cat was your mentor. She found herself a bit appalled, and in her nature, the she-cat never kept quiet about her feelings,
"How awful. Any cat knows that what makes you a warrior is in your heart, not the purity of your blood line." She paused, truly frustrated by the thought. While her lineage might have occupied these lands for many generations, they owed Windclan a great debt by letting them join the clan. Her father had always instilled in her that she must serve her clan the best that she could to repay the debt. Thistlesong knew as well as any cat that being pureblood didn't matter one bit. She would give her life for her clan any day.
"Maybe he was made your apprentice for just that reason, to teach him that being clan born, or from a pure lineage isn't all that matters. I'm sure if any cat can show him that it's not your history that matters, but how you live your life every day it will be you." The she cat finally took a breath, realizing her thoughts were getting the best of her. She took another mouthful of the mouse, not sure if she had said too much and unsure how Cedarbranch would reply.
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