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Stormywing trails behind the two apprentices at first, letting them do most of the talking while she keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings. She's here to supervise, not lead, and while herb patrols aren't usually her thing, she's not about to complain. Hopepaw's being kind, and Copperpaw...

Stormywing's already curled up in her nest, one eye cracked open, watching the entrance with thinly veiled anticipation. Her tail flicks with barely contained excitement as pawsteps approach, and when she sees that it's Falconheart, their victim, her grin spreads wide enough to split her face...

Stormywing's ears twitch toward the ShadowClan cats as their voices rise across the Thunderpath. Her tail flicks once, annoyed. She wasn't even trying to start something, and they still couldn't keep their mouths shut! Typical ShadowClanners! She snorts, purposely loud enough to be heard. "If...

Stormywing's tail flicks in amusement as Sedgepounce barrels onto the scene. "You bet on me? I'm flattered," She laughs easily, a familiar glint of mischief in her golden eyes. "Guess you'll have to come back another time if you wanna catch me showing off." She shoots him a wink, nudging...

The second she hears her younger cousin approaching, bounding over like this is some sort of slumber party and not, in fact, Stormywing's actual bed, the lead warrior goes rigid. And now Thundergleam's being squished, and she is officially done. "What in StarClan's name is wrong with all of...

Stormywing is one of the few lucky cats that isn’t very affected by the pollen in newleaf air. She notices the sneezing and tiredness in others, of course, and she feels fortunate that she is not afflicted with such a curse. Still, that doesn’t mean she’s not completely beat at the end of the...

She hears them before she sees them, Beefang's rasp like bark peeling from a tree and Shellpool's airy contempt. Unflinching, she lifts her chin and narrows her eyes slightly on Midnightash's venomous glare as she squares her stance beside the border. The black and white she-cat's jab causes her...

The scent of WindClan hits her like a burst of fresh air, the smell of dry grass and rabbit musk arriving with the bouncing approach of Asterpaw. Her ears flick at the apprentice’s cheerful greeting and a smile twitches at her muzzle, amused by the enthusiasm. She opens her mouth to respond, but...

The wind ruffles Stormywing's fur as she slips through the underbrush with Copperpaw in tow. It’s just a regular patrol, and she expects to be back way later when they get a chance to mark the river’s shore, too. But expectations shift as she slows near the border, nose twitching and ears...

The wind howls like it has something to prove today, sweeping through the trees and tugging at Stormywing's fur as she strides into a wide clearing just beyond the camp. The grass ripples in waves, dappled with sun and shadow. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. She drops a bundle of gathered feathers...

She hasn't laughed this much in moons. The air is crisp, and the forest is golden in the late morning sun, and Stormywing is practically vibrating with mischief as she crouches low behind a bramble bush, her paws already dusted with the crumbled remains of dried alder and tansy leaves. "You know...

“Hey, I didn’t say they weren’t fat and lazy. Just not to underestimate them in spite of that,” She jokes over her shoulder, eyes twinkling with amusement as she watches her new charge. It’s just then that she sees the RiverClan patrol come into view. She doesn’t flinch or even move. Her body...

Stormywing doesn't respond right away. She's still, golden eyes locked forward, ears twitching for the slightest sound. Mottledmoon's question hangs in the air like a heavy fog but her mentor doesn't know the answer. Gosh, she feels so stupid. Say something! But she has no idea what to order...

The dawn light spills in thin shafts through the canopy as Stormywing pads lightly through the forest, white paws silent against the damp leaf litter. A cool breeze stirs the air, perfect hunting weather. She flicks an ear back toward her companion before glancing over her shoulder at...

The smell hits her like a stone to the muzzle, and immediately she recognizes it as wrong. Stormywing halts beside Copperpaw, her posture instantly shifting. She doesn't need to see the intruders to know they're there. Her apprentice's wide-eyed crouch confirms it before her ears catch Dayfern's...