Just and average day in camp (open to Cloverpool's family)

Cloverpool padded out of the nursery and sat down to the side of it, the bright sun warming up her pelt. The brown tortoiseshell she cat wrapped her white tipped tail around her paws and sighed in content. Te long furred she cat watched with warm amber eyes as everyone seemed to be doing something. Today was a good day for a lazy day, nice and hot. The she cat turned as a member of her ever growing huge family came over.

Amberpaw jumped out of the apprentices' den, and she looked around with concern and fear in her yellow eyes, still thinking about her nightmare. She had observed her brother was not in camp, which made her want to yowl in terror at first, but she managed to focus and she found shelter in the sigh of her step-mother, Cloverpool. She hurried to stand besides her, trying to shake away her bad dream. She curled next to her mother, rubbing her head to her shoulder affectionately.

"Hi, Cloverpool." she meowed to her, looking up, hoping her mother hadn't seen her concerned expression earlier.

"Hi, Cloverpool." Morningpaw purred, padding over after seeing Cloveprool and another apprentice sitting outside of the nursery. She then looked over at Amberpaw with a smile, "Hi...um, what's your name?"" She said to the apprentice.
To be honest, Morningpaw had no clue who Amberpaw was. She didn't know who a lot of the newer apprentices and kits were. She'd get to know them soon.
She too was enjoying the weather. She had missed the warmth and peacefulness of the weather and the company of her Clanmates and family while she was away. She knew Cloverpool had had a lot of kits, and that's why so many cats in ThunderClan, and probably other Clans, were related to her somehow. She sat in front of the two, blinking, the smile still on her muzzle.

Cloverpool purred at Amberpaw and licked her head as she nuzzled into her shoulder. "Hello my darling Amberpaw, hello Morningpaw. How are you two today?" She meowed looking at the apprentices and gesturing with her tail for Morningpaw to sit.

Burningkit trotted alongside a warrior. He was outrunning the older cat, though he had an unfair advantage: all four of his legs still worked. He hummed cheerfully as he dragged the warrior over to say hello to Cloverpool. "Hey Mama! Scorchfrost showed me the whole camp today! He told me all about Thinstripe too! Gosh, I wish she were here! Scorchfrost says she would've loved my big mouth!" Burningkit nuzzle his mother in greeting and sat between her paws, grooming himself. His paws were caked with dust and dirt from the camp ground.

The warrior in tow of Burningkit huffed and sat next to Morningpaw, his daughter, and licked her cheek sweetly. He winced at Burningkit's comment. "Well, you two both love to talk. I was a quieter kit." Scorchfrost wiggled his lame back leg. "That child of yours has a lot of energy, Cloverpool. Wore me out, that's for sure."


Ooc: mobiiile.

Cloverpool chuckled. "Yes Scorchfrost your right. For a little one he sure does have a lot of energy. Well Burningkit you and Thinstripe would have gotten along just great! She was Minnowtail's and Viperfang's daughter after all. Minnowtail, your sister, was always so friendly! You could ask Bluesong about her they were best friends, and uh Bluesong was Minnowtail's niece actually. Our family tree is so complicated. My daughter Mapledrop let Thunderclan to be with Skyclan, and had a a lot of kits only four of i know survived. Treestep being on of them!" She meowed smiling down at her son. "Maybe you'll get to meet you brothers, Blazingpaw, and Badgerpaw, and your sister Tawnypaw. But your other sister, Spottedkit disappeared one day and she would have been Spottedpaw if she was still here."

Blackpaw strutted over, his tail whisking across the ground. He cleared his throat. "Could you repeat that?" He joked, a mischievous glint in his knowing blue eyes.

Cloverpool chuckled at Blackpaw's joking tone. "Of course I could but it would take forever to say and I'm pretty old as is it." She laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Blackpaw mumbled, yet then immediately glanced up with a playful look in his regal azure eyes. "But you're not to old to handle this!" Blackpaw lightly pounced on his great great great grandmother, giggling as he did so. His claws stay in their sheaths.

Cloverpool laughed. "I'm never to old to play fight!" She meowed flicking her tail and rolling over taking Blackpaw with her. She stood and got up into a fighting stance she often used when play fighting.

Blackpaw batted at Cloverpool's ear with sheathed claws. Blackpaw's tail swayed as he twisted and dashed out from underneath the she-cat, laughing. He reared up and latched onto Cloverpool's side, smiling with glee.

Cloverpool smirk as she fell over onto Blackpaw pinning him beneath her. "Hah! I got you!" She purred.

The she-cat shot her father a loving glance as she received a lick on the cheek, and then she shot Burningkit a grin. When Blackpaw and Cloverpool began scuffling with each other, she began to purr. Morningpaw watched the two play fight, her purr turning into a laugh. She couldn't ask for a better family than this. She let her blue gaze sweep across the camp with curiosity. She was still getting used to where all the dens were. So far, she could only remember the apprentices' den and the nursery. She'd get used to the rest in time.

"You did," Blackpaw purred in response, paws spurring the ground. He scuttled out of Cloverpool's grasp albeit it didn't loosen. He straightened up, laughing. "You must've had years of experience," Blackpaw mewed admiringly. He gazed at Morningpaw, and let out a trilled chuckle. "Come join us!" He called.

Stormpaw padded out of the apprentices' den only to see his father, Cloverpool, Morningpaw, Blackpaw, Amberpaw, and a little kit who he didn't know. He noticed Cloverpool and Blackpaw play-fighting, and he grinned. He raced over, tackling Morningpaw to the ground, and staring down at her.
"SNEAK ATTACK!" He yowled.
He then looked up at the others, "Hey, everyone." He said.