camp KAHOOT LOBBY MUSIC ✧ . quizzing


✧ . Though perhaps not knowledge of complete use in a warrior’s everyday routine, Greeneyes finds it important — and perhaps of value for impending assessments, he considers briefly — for the SkyClan’s youth to know of the clans’ beginnings. That of the Great Battle, of the two colonies that set the scene for this current era they live in to unfold, and the days and moons after.

Days he’d been born into are now marked history in present day’s lesson, one of which finds Greeneyes settled in the middle of camp with a group of apprentices gathered around him. What started as a refresher between the red tom and his tortoiseshell niece had garnered the attention of Fluffypaw’s peers, and had turned into a game of sorts.

Perhaps he should be keeping better score, should be setting up a prize for the lot of them, but for now, they seem entertained, at the very least — a welcomed break between cleaning out the elders’ den, between other chores Greeneyes hardly misses, no doubt.

Now, “ he starts, malachite gaze shifting to Fluffypaw first, then to the rest of the group. “ Who were the clans' first leaders? Can anyone tell me about any of them? “ A hooked tail sweeps around himself, before he adds on with a hum:

And for an extra challenge, who would like to tell me about the clans' first medicine cats? ” Such is knowledge less likely for the warriors-in-training to know, but something that Greeneyes finds himself keeping better track of, these days. The tom smiles at the group, awaiting their answers. ​
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  • // quiz time for the apprentices, but feel free to have your warriors join in too! @FLUFFYPAW, but no need to wait!
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    GREENEYES AMAB. He / Him. Former Lead Warrior of SkyClan.
    ✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
    ✧ . Daisyflight x Raven Ramble; Mate to Fireflyglow
    ✧ . Mentored by Sheepcurl ; Mentor to Fluffypaw, formerly Falcongaze
    ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
    ✧ . Penned by Abri@_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
    ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
 
*✿❀○❀✿* She shifted in her warm spot in the grass in the middle of a group that formed in front of Greeneyes. A beacon of knowledge collected from moons of time living in the clan. Bella wouldn't know the trill of winning a game built on history, not that she wasn't trying. She would have liked to be among the older apprentices, ready and willing to share the knowledge they have gathered throughout their training, but there were very few things that stuck to her scattered mind. Most questions she'd had to keep quiet, but this one she knew. Well, at least half of it. Her eager, mismatched tail bounced back and forth.

"Oh, Skyclan's first leader was Blazestar, and Dawnglare is still our first medicine cat." Bella speaks up eagerly; her cheer deflates as she can't recall the other clan's first leader's names. "Hmm, suppose Skyclan is the only one I can remember."

 
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”Easy,” Figfeather boasts, as if she was not a fully trained warrior nor apart of SkyClan’s firstborn. She and cats like her brother had been around the forest more than most cats, and those who had been around longer than them had not been born within the walls of SkyClan like they had. Of course she would remember, she should remember.

She recites them in her head, Briarstar and Bonejaw. Cicadastar and Beesong. Sootstar and Honeysplash. Emberstar and Cinderfrost. and obviously Blazestar and Dawnglare. She is curious to see if anyone would have a correct answer- a full one, not a partial like the eager Bella Bell gave.
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Having recently administered an assessment herself, Doeblaze has to commend Greeneyes for his good thinking in organizing this lesson. Hunting and fighting and climbing are all well and good, but if a warrior can't remember the purpose and the history that drive each slash and pounce—well, they're rendered pointless, if you asked her. She'd rather bring up an apprentice without skill than one without principles. Looking rumpled with the day's hunt, she and @cloudypaw~ arrive just in time for his impromptu quiz. Doeblaze nods slightly and nudges her apprentice forward with a gentle tap to the flank. This would be a good lesson for him, a support for the diplomacy and honor she's been trying to drill into him along with battle moves and clawhold spotting.

She settles back with the column of warriors watching the apprentices' quiz. Admittedly, she's glad not to be among them once Greeneyes starts firing off his questions—she's a little abashed to find it takes some combing through of her memories to find the leaders, and the medicine cats are mostly lost to her. She knew Blazestar, of course (her heart gives a correcting twinge), and she saw Cicadastar at the border, if only once—she remembers a tall cat, resplendent in black and white fur. Sootstar, the mad queen now felled, leaving Sunstar to fill her poison-soaked pawsteps. She remembers Harrierstripe and her tail lashes one steady arc across the pine-swept floor. The first leaders of ShadowClan and ThunderClan ... she squints ... Briarstar and Emberstar, her mate had mentioned them in passing.

Dawnglare is ... regrettably familiar, and present. The rest of them? Not a clue. Bella rattles off Blazestar and Dawnglare with cheerful ease, and then admits to not knowing the rest ... well, she can hardly blame her. Doeblaze's lush gaze flutters to her own apprentice, and though she will not begrudge him any ignorance, she does make a mental note to correct it swiftly. Figfeather proclaims a characteristic easy, and muscle flutters lightly in the warrior's jaw. Yes, it certainly would be easy if you had spend, you know, your entire life here ... " I could tell you a lot about the major players of Twolegplace seasons ago, I suppose, " she remarks, trying for humor, if only so she won't actually say what she wants to. " Always good to have a refresher, though. "
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The chocolate torbie point was always keen to test his knowledge, to prove himself in front of his clanmates. It seemed that he was doing a lot of that lately, trying to snag the position of "star pupil" amongst the apprentices ( especially now that Emberfall was a warrior ). However, his knowledge about the clan's founders was embarrassingly limited. Lionpaw had always been more enamored with tales of Blazestar, specifically. He also spent most of his time training as opposed to brushing up on his history. He'd give Greeneyes' trivia a shot, anyway.

"Blazestar, he made the first code." My dad, How could Lionpaw forget? His half-sister's death had been the catalyst for the creation of the Warrior Code. Such a thought nearly sends shivers down his spine — she had been such an important cat and yet he'd never get to know her. Could she see him from StarClan?

"Sootstar," Lionpaw lists off next without any hesitation. The "Moor Queen" had been a popular character in the nursery games, obviously assuming the role of the antagonist who Blazestar would eventually defeat. "Smoke- no, Cicadastar," The torbie catches themselves, recalling the rather peculiar name that the RiverClan founder possessed.

Then, the long-furred trainee finds themselves stumped. They frown softly, pondering an answer before venturing, "Erm... Howlingstar...?" Howlingstar had been senior warrior-aged, meaning that she must have been in power for a long time... right?

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    an apprentice of skyclan, lionpaw is nine moons and is mentored by crowsight. he is the son of doeblaze and blazestar. an amalgamation of his parents, lionpaw exhibits splashes of ginger and chocolate tabby patterns against a thick, longhaired cream pelt. 
 
"Emberstar of ThunderClan made the first code." Orangestar corrects Lionpaw, padding over to take a seat beside Doeblaze. She curls her tail about her paws. "But it was one of Blazestar's kits, Morningpaw, who died and forced it into being."

Forced is a harsh word, inappropriate for the circumstances of Morningpaw's death, but the unmoving form of the tortoiseshell had been what kickstarted the process of the Clans' code of honour. To say it had been anything less than forceful, however, was a disservice to the weight of the situation. That small conflict, some seven seasons ago, had changed their way of life forever.

Orangestar diverts curious glances away from her with a twitch of her ears, gesturing for the apprentices to continue with their guessing. The current cohort feels incredibly young compared to past moons of their ilk, but Orangestar supposes that they had been born into Clan life (or joined, in Bella Bell's case) rather than watched it form around them as Figfeather had.