The Bored Lichen(open to bear's group)

Lichenpaw had been avoiding doing most activities with those loyal to Bear. She would stick close with Stillpaw and Spottedpaw that was until Spottedpaw vanished recently. She sat outside the been quietly. She had refuses to hunt and fight or do anything for bear. The scars on her flank and neck glistened in the rising dawn light.

Diesel yawned, he had stayed up, practicing battle moves. A jagged stone in front of the barn was his "opponent" it had some sharp bits and he was definitely covered in bruises from hurling himself at the rock over and over through the night. Whatever blood had been drawn left lines of slicked fur in his pelt. His claws ached and his legs wobbled as he tried again. The kit took a dead run towards the rock, slamming into. When it barely moved, he huffed and stumbled back. How was he supposed to fight cats when he couldn't move a dumb stone? Frustrated, he looked into the barn, tempted by the call over sleep and his mother's nest. Then, he saw the apprentice. "Lichen! Could you help me out?" The kit asked, leaving off the clan part of her name the same way Bear did to many of the cats.

Lichenpaw blinked and looked to Deisel before she flicked her tail quietly"what do you need help with"she mewed. She didn't approach the Tom more cause she didn't want to.

He gave her a toothy grin, "I'm having trouble with my fighting moves, any tips?" The kit trotted over to her. His walk was slightly wobbly from the soreness of his paws. His swatted his strangely long claws at a lump of hay.