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Thornpaw was excited to have been invited for a night patrol. Gallivanting at Forestshade's side for most of the evening, she did her best to find prey and listen to the lead. However, the night would not go as swimmingly as she had hoped. Chilledstar's eerie call of 'dog...' made her heart...

At their leader's call she quickly found a spot to listen in. Disinterest gleamed in the wily tufted paws' gaze at mention of the rogue. She knew the stranger had shown worth, but Thornpaw agreed with the final decision. Too many deaths and bad luck had gone around. Why invite more potential...

Spotting the rush of clanmates dispersing from the rain she followed suit. Tendrils of water racing down the Apprentice's back as she huddled in for cover. Then something out of an elder's drama unfolded right beside her. Thornpaw's quiet observation turned into resolve as she watched her...

Shouting was all it took for Thornpaw to rush through the camp's entrance, abandoning @FORESTSHADE and her catch just shy of the prey pile. Easily she spotted the spat unfolding, catching the latter half of Marblekit's distressed mewls. For a moment, the youth hesitated as Betonyfrost pushed...

Peeking through half-lidded eyes, Thornpaw watched as Shadepaw's striped frame disappeared through the entrance, causing the blonde molly to sit upright in her own nest. Hmm. Probably best to get up. The majority of her denmates were already up and around. Pushing herself upright, the...

Sitting inside Shadowclan's camp, Thornpaw was resting after a hardy training session. Her pelt was damp with earlier humidity, and her muscles were sore as she sprawled near the apprentice's den. Only when she heard the rising murmurs did her head perk up. Fear shot up the molly in tandem as...

Their ears ran hot and suddenly she grew far more aware of her paw. Trying not to weasel out of the gesture of support, she instead nodded. "You don't have to thank me for being there. That's where I should be is at your side.." Thornpaw's friend always knew how to make things feel a whole lot...

Chilledstar's call pulls the youth from her meager meal. Wrapping up its contents, she discards the bones and hustles to the gathering crowd. Finding the familiar patchwork of her sister's pelt, she settles next to her. Head upturned to listen as the leader carries on. A part of her is perturbed...

Maw clenching a small toad the hefty youth trotted into Shadowclan's camp with an eager pep. Lately, her hunting skills had been improving more and more. Maybe it was the recent bounty of frogs and newleaf warmth, but for now she would chalk it up to improvement. A familiar pale pelt caused the...

In the aftermath of the darkened sun, Thornpaw found herself less enthused about traveling. News of enemies lurking at their neighbors' borders felt eerie, despite ShadowClan being blessed with safety on their side. The frogs had come bountifully, yet the ominous terror brought by the darkness...

Generally, the wily-tufted she-cat could keep her temper well mannered if not void of animosity. Except when it came to the stench of Windclanners. Sure, the fox dung of a former leader was gone but a part of her could never truly forgive them. The many nights she had spent as a tiny kit weeping...

Being allowed to join patrols she had garnered some good practice with Bonerattle. So far he was a pretty good mentor and a nice enough cat to be around. Slowly, she had followed after the older tom with curious bi-colored eyes. During their impromptu lesson she had managed to snag a full-grown...

Eagerly, Thornpaw had been awaiting the return of her friend from patrol. Having been tasked with cleaning out nests she was forlorn to learn they wouldn't get to spend the day together. Though with the falling sun she knew Snowpaw was due back any moment now. Her mind is briefly pulled away as...

Having been roused from a rather cozy nap the paw' was rounded up for a patrol. The usual humdrum of clan life propelled her forward and the Barbary molly felt awfully grumpy today. Usually, she was pretty mindful of her mood but the blonde lass had been enjoying her dreams. Flashes of white fur...

Chilledstar 's call had become routine for the paw'. Unlike her first few nervous steps into camp's center the barbary feline could now casually stroll into the fray if gathering cats without much hesitation. Time had given her confidence and training the discipline necessary to tamper her more...