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Dawnfire
Oneclan
Nov 19, 2019 7:37:07 GMT

NOTES: dawn and feather thread!
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WORD COUNT: 270
There was an awe that he still felt every time he left the camp and strolled through CreekClan territory. Time now, was a valuable thing as his training, patrols, and duties took over his life. Dawnpaw had scarcely had a moment in the last moon to be alone, and even the most social of cats need to be alone. He had actually left the camp as soon as he got back from training. His wary limbs would rather leisurely stroll than tick duty. 

Ears pricked, he was alert for danger. The young apprentice was still quite unfamiliar with the territory but did not mind exploring. He followed the more familiar Flooded Creek. At a bend, the creek seemed to narrow. Unfamiliar scents flooded into his nostrils. Dawnpaw padded out into the open toward the river. GorgeClan.

He had reached the edge of CreekClan territory. Curiously, he sniffed the air. How it reeked. It was like GorgeClan cats never bothered to groom or something. He hated GorgeClan cats just as much as all the other surviving members of CreekClan did. Perhaps its only natural to dislike their scent as well. 

But despite his disgust, something akin to curiosity got the better of him. He stepped a little closer to the border, and tried to gaze as far as possible down into GorgeClan territory. 

There was a rustle nearby. Dawnpaw stiffened and instantly regretted his curiosity. Surely that sound was not just the river! Was he about to encounter a bloodthirsty GorgeClan cat for the first time?

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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Nov 19, 2019 8:41:33 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Featherpaw was looking for herbs, unsurprisingly. Feverfew, specifically, though marigold or watermint would be a great find too, if she happened upon any. Really, she was just worried over the fact that they currently had nothing to treat fevers, and with Leaf-bare sure to come soon...well, she hated to think what might happen if they had nothing once it had all stopped growing.

Yet the problem happened to come in actually finding the herb.

Sure, the molly knew what it smelled like, and what it looked like. Heck, she even knew what it tasted like! Yet the matter of actually finding it was more difficult than it ought to be, because she was not exactly sure where to look. What with the small bush favoring wet ground and all, she figured the floods near the Rushing Waters would be her best option, a search that had resulted in her aimlessly scouring along the banks in the direction of Creekclan, her distraction only growing the longer she searched.

Part of her was ready to just go back, but Flickerfrost would be miffed if she went back empty-pawed! Besides, what if someone got a fever after all? Her mentor's temper was one thing, but her clan's health? Half of them were already wary enough of her, and some of them even hated her because of her kin...she hated the thought of giving them more reason, and she would never let even someone who hated her suffer.

Barely noticing how close to the border she had gotten beyond the vague notion that she had not crossed it yet, Feahterpaw continued her almost obsessive searching by this point, sniffing and peering around hopefully, even rustling under some larger bushes to look, before her tail flickered frustratedly. "Ooooh, I swear there was feverfew around here somewhere," she moaned to herself.

Huffing, the molly scooped up her small grouping of watermint - it was something, right? - and crawled her way backwards from under yet another bush by the riverside, before pausing, eyes rounding in shock as a stronger scent hit her nose. Was that...another cat? Moving a few more steps, Featherpaw peeked cautiously around the bush, before letting out an undignified squeak and jolting back with ears pinned as she realized the other feline was staring right at her. Was that a glare?!

Maybe it was her imagination. Better not to make things worse.

After mumbling with even less dignity around her mouthful of plantlife, the small smoke seemed to recall the existence of the herbs, and promptly placed them delicately at her front paws, before staring across the border at the other cat with wide eyes. Upon second glance, he was smaller and younger than he seemed at first. There went her overactive imagination, she supposed. Well, if some of her clanmates hated her, then this Creekclanner was guaranteed to, right?

'Say something,' she scolded herself, and in that moment managed to at least stutter out a few awkward words. Kind of. "U-uh umm...h-hi?"

Notes | Oh my life she is literally how I imagine my cat Nyxie whenever she spooks away from literally everything that moves, I swear lol
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PEBBLES
16
Female
She/Her
Demisexual
Med Apprentice
Flickerfrost
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Dawnfire
Oneclan
Nov 19, 2019 9:16:01 GMT

NOTES: hiss hiss squeak
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WORD COUNT: 280
GorgeClan!

Dawnpaw's ears instantly flattened to the back of his head and he gave a loud hiss. All the hairs on his back stood up. His fluffy fur stood on end. Oh, how foolish was he to think he can venture out alone? He wished with every whisker that Pantherleap would show up, but of course his mentor did not.

Hi? What kind of greeting was that from an enemy Clan? The awkward young tom unsheathed his claws and glared at her, "D-don't you dare cross the border! This is CreekClan territory!"

After a shocked moment for both cats, Dawnpaw gave the smokey she-cat a confused look. How small. How young. How delicately the cat placed the plants down on the ground. He was inclined to be friendly, and had to remind himself not to. In the end, his curiosity still got the better of him. 

"A-are you stealing our watermint?"
he growled his fiercest little growl, his voice squeaking a little at the end. Did cats of other clans peacefully collect herbs as well? Did they take walks along the riverside? What was their Clan territory like? Dawnpaw almost considered asking the astonished young cat in front of him...

No, it was his duty to protect the Clan! He naively reminded himself. He was going to fight her if he had to! Although, Dawnpaw knew he was not the strongest fighter. His training sessions with Pantherleap had more or less been him falling over and over. A clumsy-pawed cat he was, unfortunately. He feared losing to this GorgeClan predator... they were fearsome creatures from the stories he had heard.

Dawnpaw gave another warning lash of his tail and took a threatening step forward.

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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Nov 19, 2019 9:31:18 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Well that wasn't a friendly greeting. Not that she should have expected any better. Still, the small healer flinched away from his warning shout, shying further from the way his claws unsheathed and his fur puffed up defensively. Like she was some kind of deadly thing that needed to be warded off. Oh, if only he knew! Was it not bad to attack a medicine cat? She was obviously a medicine cat, right?

Clan rules were so confusing...even after two moons.

While she did not manage to dignify a response to his initial words, she could not help a little indignant hiss at his next accusation, even if she still flinched visibly at his warning growl, barely noticing his own slight squeak of uncertainty. "Of c-course not! These are our h-herbs! I'm s-still on my territory!" She shot back, despite the fact it was not really in her nature to argue for her own sake. Maybe it was the fact he was so young looking too, and the protection that was the border between them.

Still, any faux bravery soon crumbled.

The second the tom took a step closer, tail lashing in threat on par with his narrowed eyes and raised fur, Featherpaw stumbled back and flattened herself onto her belly, quivering too hard to really be able to run no matter how much her legs screamed at her to. What was she thinking, greeting a Creekclanner? After all her family did, of course they would want to shred her! it did not occur to her really that he could not possibly know her relation to Gorgeclan's former tyrant leader. Instead, all she could picture was every scene with her mother's anger, and she squeezed her eyes shut as though succumbing to the beating that was bound to occur for yet another failed training session.

"P-please..." she pleaded shakily, voice lowering to just barely audible for the other cat. Begging to her mother had always been pointless, but sometimes it had seen her brother stepping in to protect her. Maybe... "I-I don't know how to f-f-fight..."

Notes | - total freak out ensues - whoops
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Female
She/Her
Demisexual
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Flickerfrost
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OOC
Nov 19, 2019 9:52:22 GMT

NOTES: hmm
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WORD COUNT: 304
Well, she certainly was keeping to her territory. Dawnpaw tilted his head to one side. He was thoroughly confused at Featherpaw's pathetic display. It was definitely not obvious to Dawnpaw that this she-cat could be a medicine cat. It was not really something he considered, and all the medicine cats he knew were far far older than this. He didn't quite understand how medicine cats worked anyway, and thus assumed Featherpaw must be either a loner or a GorgeClan warrior.

"I know they're herbs, you mouse-brain!" he thundered the best he could, his bravery increasing as he saw her fright. Dawnpaw could not help but feel a little tingle of pride. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was that he seemed to scare the young she-cat. At least he could scare someone! Compared to Pantherleap and other CreekClan warriors he often felt his appearance was only small, soft, and harmless.

At least he would have quite the adventure to tell to Pantherleap tonight! Unlike Featherpaw, Dawnpaw had no fear of his family or mentor's repercussions. He was rather spoiled, and viewed this encounter as more exciting than rule-breaking.

"Don't know how to fight?" he growled in disbelief at the she-cat's whimpery words. Perhaps this she-cat was trying to trick him. Catch him off guard. That's it. He was not going to fall for it. "What kind of cat are you? Do you even belong to GorgeClan? How did you know watermint grows here?"


As his curiosity about her took over, his fur had began to lay flat again. Dawnpaw did not notice this shift. He was not naturally and aggressive cat and his more tame nature easily took over. Slowly, despite keeping his guard up, he lost his air of intimidation. 

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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Nov 20, 2019 0:54:42 GMT
FEATHERPAW
The way he shouted back at her did startle Featherpaw again, but the apprentice made no move to comment on it. Being called a mouse-brain was nothing. Besides, she was not clarifying they were herbs, she was clarifying that they belonged to Gorgeclan. It was not her fault he misunderstood. Was it? Still, the main reason she kept her mouth shut was so as not to anger him further...claws hurt more than words, after all. No matter how scary being shouted at could be sometimes, at least he had yet to touch her, and she did not want to prompt the tom to change his mind. With those claws unsheathed as they were, part of her imagined it would not take much to land them in her pelt, much thinner than his own.

Still, it seemed the tom was...relaxing, a little?

Rather than taking advantage of her weakness, the tom spoke with disbelief, and while there was a slight growl to his words, he did not seem to have moved closer. Daring to peek her eyes open, she stared up at him to see that his fur had started to flatten slightly, most likely deciding she was not much of a threat after all. Still, he looked no less on guard, so the molly only nodded mutely to his original questioning, feeling as pathetic as she was certain she looked.

His next series of questions did not earn a verbal response at first as the molly simply stared up at him, mouth slightly open as she scrambled for something to say. His air of intimidation had certainly lessened, and with his fur less fluffed up, she realized he was not actually very big after all, even for an apprentice. He could not be much older than her, if at all...right? Deciding he was at least showing a few less hostile signs, she better answer them to keep him focused on his curiosity rather than letting him get angry again at her silence. Play it safe, right?

"I-I was looking for water herbs....feverfew, a-actually, but Flickerfrost s-said watermint was b-by the river too..." she offered quietly, by way of explanation for how she found the herbs at her paws, before she lowered her muzzle to give the collection a sniff, an excuse to avert her gaze. "I-I'm a medicine cat...F-Flickerfrost is my mentor. I...I w-wasn't born in G-Gorgeclan, and I n-never was taught to fight..."

Beyond practically using her as a pincushion and constantly insulting her, Hailstrike had not put much effort into teaching her. Lionpaw tried now and again, then and even still now, but it was not much use, and Featherpaw hated fighting all the same. Her mother had excelled at it, and she wanted nothing of her legacy.

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Dawnfire
Oneclan
Nov 20, 2019 7:50:14 GMT

NOTES: -
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WORD COUNT: 339
Dawnpaw sat back on his haunches and stared curiously at the grayish she-cat. How peculiar. It came a surprise to him that such a nervous stuttering cat was part of GorgeClan. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she was a medicine cat. Dawnpaw gave a low growl. What a young medicine cat... did she have half the wisdom of Berrybloom or Jaysong?

Was he supposed to harm a medicine cat? He sheathed his claws. Berrybloom and Pantherleap had never mentioned that, but he had not really wanted to fight anyway. If the cat was truly harmless, Dawnpaw would gladly avoid getting the wind knocked out of him and embarrassing himself with his clumsy combat abilities. 

"I see... " he shook off his curiosity. Questions were to be fired at his mentor, parents, and Berrybloom later when he returned home. No use questioning this stuttering foreigner. Dawnpaw was a gullible cat and did not want to allow himself room for misinformation. Furthermore, he had gotten the feeling he startled the poor molly and decided to back off.

"Well, if you're truly just a foraging medicine cat," he meowed curtly, hoping to retain his dignity, "then I apologize. Have a nice day."

There was no need to be friendly, he told himself. Matters of diplomacy were just like that. Dawnpaw whipped around, his tail lashing a warning, and intended on stalking back toward the trees. However, his furry paw caught a particularly loose stone, and he tripped. He tried to recover his footing on the slippery sheet of ferns overlaying the high ground. With a startled yowl, Dawnpaw half-slid and half-tumbled into the creek. Now... his mentor had not helped him refine his swimming skills yet... 

Dawnpaw tried to stand on the creek bottom, but the rocks were slippery and mossy. His claws scraped uselessly and his heavier fur began to weigh him down. A small spark of fear lit in him... would he be swept into GorgeClan territory?
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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Nov 20, 2019 8:51:35 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Featherpaw watched with uncertain curiosity as the tom's claws sheathed once more, his stance relaxing somewhat as his defensive air became something a little more curt and business like. His next words were like a cold breeze, but they were less hostile than any of his further comments or accusations, she Featherpaw managed to still her own tremors and slowly, carefully sit up. Her movements were hesitant, wary, and her gaze never shifted from him, but it seemed at least he believed her enough to warrant him backing off.

Deciding it was better not to verbally reaffirm her rank to the Creekclanner, Featherpaw merely stood cautiously, and gave a shaky dip of her head in return. "Y-you too," she stammered out, before ducking her head to scoop up her herbs and scurry off. She had no intention of lurking there, she would look elsewhere for feverfew. Maybe she missed some...

Unfortunately, the molly had not scampered far upstream before she caught a startled yowl, followed by a splash.

Eyes widening in astonishment, Featherpaw considered for a second that maybe he was off for a swim - Creekclan cats did that, right? Weird - but the yowl certainly sung a different tune in her mind. What if the stories were a lie and he couldn't swim, or maybe they got taught later on, or he just wasn't good at it...there weren't any warriors nearby, he might drown! Or at the very least he could get a chill, Leaf-Fall water was always freezing!

Stricken with alarm despite the tom's hostility toward her, Featherpaw promptly tucked her herbs away for safety before dashing back toward the river, eyes rounding in shock as she skidded to a halt at the border and saw indeed that the tom was struggling there in the stream with a panicked look on his face. Now, if she had learned anything from her mother's negligence, it was how not to drown when no one came to help you. Surely that regarded the same for helping someone else, right?

Hesitating at the border for a moment longer, quivering slightly with uncertainty, Featherpaw froze. However, the overwhelming pull to help people that always seemed to guide the young she-cat tugged her into action, and she muttered an apology to anyone who might happen to care, before she picked her way across the border to the edge of the stream.

Gathering up her courage and resisting a squeal at the cold water seeping unpleasantly into her fur, Featherpaw inched her way in slowly, rooting her paws in between rocks so they wouldn't slip on the moss, before pausing with the water soaking her belly. She did not really know how to swim, much less with a heavier weight, and her small size meant she was still a whisker from being able to reach his scruff. "T-try and calm down and paddle with the current t-till you can wedge your paws between the rocks. If...if you can get as low as you can to the ground a-and move diagonal to the current so I can reach you, I-I can help pull you out..." There was worry and an edge of panic in Featherpaw's wide green eyes, but it seemed more for his predicament than the thought of attack as she rooted herself in the creek-bed, determined to help as best she could.

The thought of someone drowning was far more concerning to her than them getting angry at her trying to help. The fact she had crossed the border was barely even a presence in her mind in that moment. She just wanted to make sure no one was in danger.

Notes | Scaredy bab to the rescue?
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Female
She/Her
Demisexual
Med Apprentice
Flickerfrost
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Dawnfire
Oneclan
Nov 21, 2019 4:16:05 GMT

NOTES: hmm will she freak
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WORD COUNT: 268
For some reason, Dawnpaw was never a natural at swimming the way many CreekClan cats were. His long fur always dragged him down rather than making him slick and warm. He spluttered, continuing to trip on the slippery rocks. 

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of the gray she-cat standing nearby in the riverbank. Panic shot through him. Why was she still here? Was she laughing at his ridiculous display of clumsiness? Surely at this point the cat would be able to conclude that Dawnpaw was not a warrior but rather an inexperienced CreekClan apprentice who could not even swim properly. Or worse, would she take advantage of the situation and finally reveal her true nature?

Then it hit him. GorgeClan cats don't exactly specialize in swimming either, did they? The gray she-cat stood up to her belly in the water and seemed a little panicked as well. Was she trying to help like that? The water wet her long gray fur and made her seem quite a bit smaller. The sight amused him a little. Dawnpaw laughed out loud, swallowing a gulp of water.

But the endearing sight gave him a little energy, he clawed against the slippery moss up to the she-cat. It seemed she was a lot younger than he initially thought, maybe even his age! With a kick, he launched himself out of the water at her, intending to knock her over. Water splashed everywhere.

"Gotchu! Now you're on CreekClan territory!" Dawnpaw teased, all his naivety and playfulness sparkling in his eyes. 


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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Nov 21, 2019 5:02:15 GMT
FEATHERPAW
While her fur was thinner and lighter than her newfound companion's, the long, smokey tortoiseshell still clung to her sides, hugging them in a sodden drag that revealed her rather small, skinny frame, as well as the slight shivering that echoed through her frail form, courtesy of the icy water paired to a leaf-fall chill. She certainly did not paint the picture of the muscle-bound brutes that Gorgeclan was rumored to consist of, and she was even a Gorgeclanner by blood, whether or not her clanmates intended to treat her as such rather than an outcast or stain on their clan's existence.

Yet as she eyed the stranger with her determination to supposedly save him from his own foolish fate, he spluttered out a laugh at her, and Featherpaw found herself second guessing her decision. Was he just...faking being in trouble? He sure as hell looked panicked before, and now he was laughing at the sight of her following him into the creek?

Not that judgement was ever enough to dissuade her from helping others.

Fortunately, the tom began to seemingly follow her advice, and Featherpaw inched herself a step closer with every intent to aid him once he got closer. However, before she could do so much as reach out for him, the Creekclanner lunged himself toward her. With a startled yelp, Featherpaw found herself hurled back toward the bank, splashing into the water a tail-length away where it was fortunately shallower than before. At first, it was more indignant annoyance that bubbled up within her, momentarily picturing her beloved brother Wolfpaw in the rash action.

"Hey, I was trying to help you, mousebrain!" she cried out in protest, struggling beneath his heavier albeit not too much larger mass, tail lashing behind her against the water, before she suddenly dropped herself still, muscles wound taught as she remembered herself. Right. Intruding in Creekclan territory and pinned to the bed of a flooded creek by a formerly rather hostile stranger. Not exactly the best time to be provoking him with her complaints, however harmless and lacking in anger they happened to be.

Instinctively, an apology settled heavy in her mouth, and she craned her neck back to peer up at him.

What she did not expect, however, was a playfulness brimming in those bright blue eyes, all sense of cold defensiveness and intimidation dashed by what almost reminded her of a kit playing with its littermates. Fearful apologies settled to the wayside, she instead blinked at him, uncertain and cautious, but less afraid than before, and with the barest hint of meek playfulness to her tone.

"W-well, if you let me up I wouldn't be," she pointed out shyly, wriggling a little beneath him again but making no attempt to throw him off. She doubted she would be able to anyway, and there was always the chance that it would turn the tables again. Clearly he was not entirely settled on how he wanted to approach her, and if playing along with him saw her safe from his apparently sudden mood switches, then she could manage that. Hopefully.

Notes | She not really sure lol
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16
Female
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Med Apprentice
Flickerfrost
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Dawnfire
Oneclan
Nov 22, 2019 23:55:41 GMT


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WORD COUNT: 298
It seemed clear that the gray she had not expected an attack. Dawnpaw looked down at her, dripping in lake water, amusement spreading across his face. She was not all that strong after all, but then again, she was a medicine cat. He let her squirm a little as he tasted a little triumph. So this was what it was like to actually fight! Dawnpaw was thrilled by it. In all honesty, he had not managed to pin a cat like this yet. It was always his mentor letting him practice or his stronger den mates letting him win playfights.

"You're not so strong, are you?" he gave a fake threatening growl. Dawnpaw was not the kind to have inhibitions. When he was curious, he was just that. The cat in front of him did not seem unfriendly, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Say, do you have a name? I bet the ol' Berrybloom would have told me about you if you're really a medicine cat."

"I wonder what the Clan would say if I brought back this gigantic piece of prey,"
he mused and teased his opponent, poking a claw at the she-cat's nose. Dawnpaw was not the kind to be awkward, and could care less that the water was slowly drenching both of their long, thick pelts.

He thought about letting the she-cat up, but honestly Dawnpaw was still not completely sure the molly was friendly. He had not expected her to come after him when he fell in, and it was a kind gesture, but that did not mean he shouldn't be wary. Plus, the eager apprentice had been itching to show off some of his new battle training skills.


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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Nov 23, 2019 2:50:57 GMT
FEATHERPAW
By now the apprentice had entirely ceased her struggles, simply settling for remaining pinned there despite the discomfort of the cold water driving shivers through her core in the favor of Leaf-fall's warning chill. However, his words saw the cold forgotten, and the growl they were paired with reminding her only of her mother's icy taunts.

Ears, which had pricked briefly to listen, fell back in shame as she ducked her head, inky black nose just millimeters from brushing the water's gentle current. "N-no," she agreed meekly, shamefully. "I-I'm not..."

Not so much a matter of shyness this time as it was almost expecting her mother's claws.

Instead, though, came a question. Blinking in surprise, Featherpaw's ears shot up again at the familar name, that of the Creekclan molly she had met at her first ever medicine cat meeting nearly a moon before. She had just barely missed the one before that, so she did not see the other medicine cats when she first received her role. While part of her wondered why he seemed to think she might not have a name, this was not the question that edged itself onto her tongue. Instead, her usual stammering and consciousness of her rather precarious current situation were replaced by a shocked curiosity.

"Is she your mentor?" The question was gasped out as she craned her head to look back up at him, though she reasoned it made sense. He had, after all, known that she carried watermint, and apparently where it grew as well. Why had she not suspected he might be a medicine cat too before now? Well, she supposed for one Berrybloom had not mentioned having an apprentice on the half moon, and for second his hostility had certainly not given her much chance to think about it.

Recalling the tom had asked her a question, though, she promptly reminded herself to offer a response, nervousness returning at the embarrassment of her delay. "F-Flickerfrost is our medicine cat," she corrected lightly, though if he was a medicine cat apprentice too than he ought to know that, right? "I-I am her ap-pprentice..."

At least the Creekclanner seemed more friendly now. Maybe he was not so bad after all?

Still, it seemed perhaps she had thought that too soon. While his playful comment was harmless, if a bit concerning and earning a startled yet somewhat indignant "hey!" from the little molly, it was not that which drove her into action. No, the sight of claws waving before her face was enough to spark a sudden wave of fear in her eyes, and with something of an alarmed squeak and a sudden burst of determination that often was her only way to escape her mother or brother's grasp before they ran away, Featherpaw yanked herself suddenly free from his grip and tumbled away into the water, paws instantly slipping on the mossy rocks of the creek-bed.

While unfortunately she had all but thrown herself yet further away from her own territory in aim to avoid his claws, this barely registered in Featherpaw's mind as she awkwardly swivelled herself to face him, now lying in the shallows a few tail lengths away with her whole body trembling and her olive eyes shot wide in alarm.

An overreaction on her part, but to see claws in her face...it was like she could feel Hailstrike's buried in her fur again.

Notes | Oops he spooped her
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Dawnfire
Oneclan
Nov 26, 2019 3:48:01 GMT

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TAGGED: @featherpaw
WORD COUNT: 320 words
"No! My mentor is Pantherleap, the CreekClan deputy!" Dawnpaw declared proudly. For StarClan's sake, did he look so weak that this Gorgeclanner thought he was a medicine cat? He groaned internally. Surely he had shown her he was stronger and mightier than that! 

Well if she was a medicine cat apprentice, that would explain her youth and small size. Dawnpaw did not know who Flickerfrost was. He was not exactly caught up in the foreign affairs around here, and also had never been to a Gathering. Perhaps she was just hoping that he too shared her enthusiasm of medicine and herbs? Dawnpaw flattened his ears. "Do I seriously look like a medicine cat to you?" he grumbled playfully. 

To his surprise, the she-cat did not seem to take his previous joke lightly. Dawnpaw yelped as the molly gave a violent wiggle and worked herself free of his grasp. He watched in confusion as she struggled along the bank and eventually tumbled onto the shallows away from him. Surely a little teasing could not have alarmed her that much?

"Hey! Whoa! Come back! I didn't mean it," the thick-furred tom cried out an apology and splashed gracelessly over to the she-cat. He was not exactly the cat to be too uptight now that he knew the molly was no threat to him. But maybe after that ordeal, she would not want to talk to him anymore. Dawnpaw gave a disappointed whine,  "Did I actually scare you? Haven't you ever heard of playing?" 
He pranced out of the water and shook himself. Droplet of water flew everywhere and now his pelt became frizzier and fluffier than before. He turned his gaze back to his gray companion, now trembling on CreekClan territory. Dawnpaw did not seem to care anymore, though. 

"Say, you're not so bad. Can I at least get your name?"

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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Nov 26, 2019 9:20:05 GMT
FEATHERPAW
For a moment, Featherpaw was barely aware of the world around her. His claws may not have met her flesh, yet she could feel the pain of fresh wounds as though they were real. She could hear her mother's harsh, reprimanding words. She could smell the molly's scent floating around her, almost souring the air she breathed, making her choke and gasp on it slightly in shock. Her eyes squeezed shut against the burst of memory, and she trembled a little harder.

That was, until a sharp call rung in distressed concern, rather than fury.

For a breath she could barley tell the difference, and it was still panic that drove her eyes to shoot wide open again and her ears to pin flat against her skull. However, Featherpaw would see before her the rounded eyes of the strange Creekclan apprentice. He looked disappointed, something she was perfectly used to...yet the apology shining clear in his eyes and echoing in his tone as he splashed toward her? It did well enough to at least confuse her to the point she hesitated in scrambling away.

Instead, she stayed still where she lay, though her muscles stayed tense and ready to dart away.

One of his words, however, caught her off guard. Confusion deepened in her features, washing in with her wary alarm, and she blinked at him through uncertain olive eyes. "I-I....playing?" she echoed, the word dripping with uncertainty. Of course, she knew what playing was,, but her rare experiences with it had included claws and blood so often that honestly the very thought of play-fighting set her on edge. Ears still pinned, Featherpaw ducked her head shamefully, though she still peeked as best as she could toward him, wary of losing his location. "I..."

At a complete loss for words, Featherpaw's mind seemed to flail around, entirely caught off guard. How did she respond to that. Play? It was not like he needed to know what her first six moons were like, or even her latest two with certain clan members. He already had a harsh enough reaction to her being Gorgeclan at all, and even if he had cooled now with the revelation of her being a defenseless medicine cat...well, that hostility was bound to all return if he knew who she was related to...right? After all, if Gorgeclan hated them, surely Creekclan had even worse opinions.

The very thought made her shiver.

Fortunately, though, he saved her from a response. A name? That one was easy. Ears slowly lifting from her head, Featherpaw rose uncertainly to her paws, before creeping a round about route toward the bank, gaze never straying from the tom as she kept a little more distance than before. "F-Feather...my name is Featherpaw."

Plumed tail flickering droplets behind her, the molly settled her paws upon the bank just by the border and shook out her pelt.

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PEBBLES
16
Female
She/Her
Demisexual
Med Apprentice
Flickerfrost
PERCEPTION
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Dawnfire
Oneclan
Nov 27, 2019 2:43:51 GMT

NOTES: they cute
TAGGED: @featherpaw
WORD COUNT: 273
Okay, so he was disappointed again. Somehow the young she was not even interested in playing. Dawnpaw tilted his head and watched the cat curiously. How could a cat his age not respond positively to playing? She even seemed to shiver at the thought of it. It made him wonder how GorgeClan cats played... was it not fun? 

"Okay fine," he grumbled, sitting down on his fluffy tail. He began to groom the water out of his long fur. "Then what do you do for fun? You can't possibly have training all day!"

And then finally he got some sort of informational response out of the stuttering she. Featherpaw. That was a pretty name, certainly fitting. 

"Featherpaw, eh?" he stood up and followed her, trying to keep his demeanor as friendly as possible. For StarClan's sake, Featherpaw was more easily startled than a mouse being hunted! As they reached the border, Dawnpaw realized he had not really gotten to know her all that well.

"Are you leaving already? Say, can we be friends?" he whined. The rest of his day would just be more training and more meals and more patrols. The Gathering was certainly coming up. Maybe he would see her again. Dawnpaw had either annoyed or befriended most of CreekClan at this point, but he was reluctant to stop there. Of course, the young cat had very little understanding of the tensions between Clans. He had been far more sheltered from Bonestar's rule and the aftermath. It was hard for him to understand where Featherpaw was coming from.


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PEBBLES
17
male
hetero
IO