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There is something to be gleamed, watching others fight. She knows this is true, but for her, at least, it is difficult to keep her attention solely on the fight in front of her. At the flash of teeth she winces, and in the brief moments her eyes are closed, or that she looks away, something...

Green-leaf had been unmercifully hot, yes that was true, and it was also true that Springpaw had not done well in the heat. Her thick black pelt more often made things worse for her in regards to her training. By mid-day, her paws felt too heavy, her coat burdensome and so unbearably hot. So...

A delayed warrior naming. The disappointment in Orangestar's features when she had failed her assessment last moon had been palpable. Later, when she was alone, Springpaw had let the tears free, let them blaze trails down her cheeks as her heart twisted in shame. Now, the time for another...

Rain is not her least favorite thing in the world. As a matter of fact, Springpaw quite liked it. Listening to it at bed time was a comfort, the pitter-patter of it falling just outside of the den lulling her gently to sleep, the way it ran cool fingers through her thick black fur, and when it...

New joiners are a common occurance in their pine-forest home. Kittypets looking for adventure, loners seeking a different way of life. Cats from all sorts of different walks of life came to their borders, sometimes in hopes for a better life and while Springpaw has a very acute sense of stranger...

Springpaw stands next to her mentor with her fluffy black tail waving in the air and stares out into ThunderClan's side of the border. She is not exactly the biggest fan of other clans, strangers scared her and she had heard that sometimes the others could be mean, especially to SkyClan cats...

There are some nights where the weight in her chest gets too heavy, where she tries her best to sleep but the tossing and the tunring starts to get too much and she worries that she might wake the other apprentices if she keeps moving too much so instead she gently extracts herself from the nest...

Springpaw remembers the first tooth she had lost. She had cried and cried and cried and likely her crying had made Pumpkinpaw cry too. Roseblaze had had to console her and even then it wasn't until Cricketchase had come and told her that her loosing her baby teeth only meant she was growing up...

Springpaw is following along closely to her mentor, but she's not exactly paying attention. Rather, she is distracted by the sheer beauty of the territory in new-leaf. She stops every so often to lower her head to a flower as she passes it by, inhaling the sweet perfume or lifting her head to...

Springpaw follows dutifully alongside her mentor, doing her best not to look in the direction of the red-furred tom who she is certain would always be a burr in her side. She's quieter than usual today, grumpy about the fact that she was put on the same patrol as Blazingpaw, and upset because...

Slate's presence is not a rare occurrence whenever her mentor is around. Often, she thought that perhaps he resembled more of a lost puppy than a cat, what with the look on his face he held while padding after Orangestar. She herself is not the most fond of the lead warrior. Hes gruff and mean...

Whenever her mentor pauses, Springpaw scrambles to catch up with her, only to quickly fall behind again because she is ever so carefully picking her way through the forest, taking great care in where she puts her paws. Orangestar answers her questions, but the impatient undertone to her words...

There had been a time, back in her nursery days, when Springpaw had once liked to think of herself as brave. She had ventured out of the confines of the den first, despite the fear that had hammered deep and booming in her heart. Back then, though, she had not known the dangers that awaited her...

Springpaw knows what it is like to mourn a life lost too soon - one that she is not too familiar with, another creature that in maybe another time would have ended up as prey but also may have gotten the opportunity to live if circumstances had been right. It is unfortunate for the bird that...