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LAURELFIRESHE/THEY WINDCLAN WARRIOR She isn’t the swiftest cat of Windclan, but the tortoiseshell streaks through to the heart of battle like an arrow finding its perfect mark. She is late, later than most, her home in the dark of the underground rather than in the vast open moors, but the...

LAURELFIRESHE/THEY WINDCLAN WARRIOR Laurelfire, when she had been freshly dubbed Laurelpaw, had been as quick to break loose from the confinement of the nursery as a bird narrowly escaping a hunter’s jaws. Though arguably the safest part of camp, she had found no security in it; she had felt...

LAURELFIRESHE/THEY WINDCLAN WARRIOR Eagerness was something to be sought after in new apprentices, and a trait Laurelfire believes she would prefer in one of her own, for it sounded far easier to temper a little flame than try to light and painstakingly tend it — it seemed to her that time and...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE As the sun begins to stoop towards the far horizon and the skies burst into orange and pink, Laurelpaw finds herself dragging her paws as she traverses through camp. She’d been tasked, perhaps due to the troubles stirring restlessly at their borders, to...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE She should have expected it, really; with the season turning, washing the earth in gentle sun, the medicine cats were surely eager to search for what herbs could be found amongst the new blossoming. Laurelpaw knew nothing of these things and where one may...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE Laurelpaw cannot help but feel as if all the eyes below in the moors and above in the stars were upon her, though it is a sensation from which she can derive no comfort, and very little pride. As good as she is at pretending (or however good she thinks...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE She's never been good at waiting — she’d never had a good reason to be, nor anyone capable of making the lesson stick; with a lack of parents to keep her in line, and a mentor seemingly convinced that if she was shown enough gentleness, she would eventually...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE Laurelpaw likes to consider herself a decent hunter, at least of the burrowing kind of prey, being small enough to lay in wait in the narrowest of tunnels and catch the creatures fleeing her fellows’ advances. Beneath the endless expanse of the moor and an...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE She tells herself that it's a simple task, fit for an apprenticeship that draws closer to its end with each sunrise, but — well, she can't help but feel a little slighted by its bestowal upon her. Laurelpaw has felt herself fill with dread each time she...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE It should be a quick, quiet end to a relatively uneventful day, but it seems they would be cursed once more to have their own return injured to their walls. Laurelpaw’s attempts at clearing the dust and dirt clinging to her mottled pelt are abandoned, her...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE The night is quiet. Most are, now; the shared nest now less crowded, and the day of her entire departure from it growing closer with the waning of the moon. When the sun slips beneath the edge of the world, Laurelpaw searches for rest and fails, lurking...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE Someone else, anyone else, might be comforted by the sight of a beloved littermate rushing to their mangled side — but she was destined to being something different long before her own time, inescapable regardless of her own choices: to stay, or to leave; to...

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LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE By this point, Laurelpaw knows the tunnels closest to camp like they know the freckles on their pawpads, so it’s no difficult thing to trot along the single file of cats down through the dark, and to know that they would soon be surfacing near their familiar...

LAURELPAWSHE/THEY WINDCLAN APPRENTICE Her wound heals well, allegedly — she doesn’t know what a dutiful medicine cat and her faithful apprentice might, so she must take their words for it. She finds herself needing to take a lot of words at their faces, confined to this nest as she: the...