WindClan Life (OPEN TO ALL RANKS)

Spottedpaw smiled as she settled into her new nest, excited for her new life as an apprentice. She would be able to see the territory! And fight for her Clan! Still grinning, Spottedpaw fell onto her back, looking up at the open sky. The new apprentice closed her eyes, letting out a content sigh.

Bounding up to Spottedpaw, Twistedkit meowed, "congratulations on being an app-apirn-apric, how do you say  it?"

Spottedpaw's eyes burst open at the voice of the younger cat. Quickly, but not too suddenly, she turned around to face the kit, smiling. "I'm pretty sure it's apprentice. And it feels AWESOME! I feel like I have so much more freedom!" She answered, jumping to her paws."I don't care about the chores, it'll be worth it to be able to go out into the territory, or fight for my Clan." With these words Spottedpaw looked towards the camp exit, excitement bubbling inside of her. She turned back to Twistedkit, smiling at her before leaving her nest, padding around the camp. The dirt and sand felt comforting on her pawpads, like she belonged here. With a grin, Spottedpaw circled the camp, looking for her mentor, Nightheart.

Robinpaw glared at Spottedpaw she was not going to act so like an excited kit. Robinpaw sat up and started to clean herself while still glaring daggers at the freshly apprenticed cat.

With a sigh, the new apprentice gave up. Her heart was still pounding with excitement at being an apprentice, but she had to calm down. C'mon, Spottedpaw! You're acting like a kit that just saw the camp for the first time! She chided herself, grooming her soft, spotted fur.

Still glaring at the young aprentice Robinpaw got up and turned quickly and sharply turned, she wasn't going anywhere but wanted to be dramatic. She gave a unsatisfied murmur and walked away. She had only been in a few feet of Spottedpaw but she already- disliked the cat that did nothing to her. This petty dislike would be gone by next morning.

Spottedpaw blinked at Robinpaw, giving a shrug at the older apprentice's pettiness. The young apprentice looked around the camp for her mentor, Nightheart. She really wanted to start training.

Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, Twistedkit looked at the rabbits. They all seemed too big for her to eat. Finally she found a rabbit that seemed more her size at the very bottom. As she struggled to get it out, she whole pile fell on her. She went cold with panic. She jumped out of her fur whenever a leaf landed on her pelt, let alone getting submerged in prey. She yowled out loud as lifeless hare legs poked her all over and fur tickled her nose.

Brindlepaw's ear perked at the panicked yowl, her eyes batting away the sleepiness that her previous dozing had caused. Looking around, Brindlepaw noticed the squirming pile of prey and her whiskers twitched in amusement as she realized that the panicked cry probably came from there. Getting to her feet and shaking out her sun-warmed pelt, Brindlepaw quickly trotted over to the fresh-kill pile and eyed the fluffy tail that was waving frantically from underneath the fresh-kill pile. Gently knocking the pieces of prey away, Brindlepaw freed Twistedkit- releasing a purr she could no longer contain. Brindlepaw gently seized Twistedkit by her tail and pulled her free of the remaining pieces of prey. Softly nosing the smaller she-cat anxiously, Brindlepaw eyed the kit with worried eyes. "Are you alright?" Brindlepaw gently questioned, the scent of Twistedkit's anxiety still strong.

Spottedpaw watched from afar, smirking at the kit. Clumsy little kit. She thought with a chuckle, looking around once more for her mentor.

Twistedkit lowered herself to the ground, licking her chest fur to hide her embarrassment. "Yeah, I am alright. Hares just look scary all up in your face," she excused.

OOC: Does the roleplay include tunneler warriors, aka warriors that hunt and fight underground in rabbit holes?

Sprucekit poked his head out of the nursery smirking as Twistedkit was buried under the fresh-kill pile.He padded over to her still smirking."You'd make a great hare."He teased.The older kit looked over to the newly apprenticed cat,what would she think of him now?Hopefully she won't treat me like a little kit,he thought.The kit walked over to her."Hey,Spottedpaw."He meowed.He was about the same size as her despite being younger.

Thistlepaw stood at the edge of camp. He didn't have a lot to do, so he had pretty much just been dazing off as he watched the others, bored.

Twistedkit batted Sprucekit's ear. "You would make a great frog." she snapped back.

Spottedpaw smirked at Sprucekit. "Hey, SpruceKIT." Putting a friendly tease on his surname. It was awesome being older than the tom.