A little bit of elegance never goes out of style
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Monty had grown accustomed to his lonely long walks along the treeline separating the Madam's farm house and the WindClan moors. It was a pleasurably amble between the oak and pine, taking his time to enjoy the warming weather and the clear skies. But he knew that there was another, half hidden hope of trailing the border lands.

He felt it too long since his pleasantries with Basilflame. He had much to ask her. So far there the Madam's home had not been doomed by death by that rogue that was mentioned...He hadn't seen hide nor hair of her, but that didn't mean he didn't worry for his new friend.

You must have single minded devotion to your goal.

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The morning was clear after the days of gray and drizzle that had lingered following the gathering that had caused uproar amoungst WindClan when the Medicine Cat brought her second apprentice to train with her. The rise of Wind Hill caught soft breezes that hardly moved the grassland around the lone pine.

Sprawled full length on the large stone nearest the pine was a cat. He was thick legged and rounded headed for all that he bore the signature seal point coloration the ususally fine-boned Siamese favored. His dark tail twitched behind him as he watched the north and the east with roving blue eyes.

He was waiting.

He had been waiting for some time now. From shortly after the group of cats had roved past making the dawn circuit of the borders had left. He was confident that this was the place. As his head slowly turned while he scanned the horizon the sun gleamed off the stark yellow band of color that ran from forehead to nise. On each cheek, just below his eyes he also wore paired bands of the same bright yellow. The toes of his forepaws, which were stretched before him, carried stubtle purple over the dark fur of his points.

And so he waited.

Never be bored and you'll never be boring

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It had been a few days since Aspenberry’s death, and to Flickerkit everything seemed to be getting worse. Shock had, for a little while, dulled the grief, but early that morning—so early that it hardly counted as morning at all—Flickerkit had woken to the full force of it. It hurt like nothing she had ever experienced before: anger, loneliness and terror so deep and heavy that it made her feel sick. Nothing would ever be alright again, she was sure of it then. It occurred to her that life would start again when the sun rose. It didn’t deserve to when it had turned out this way. She wouldn’t stand for it. She was sure she would die somehow if she tried to.

Sneaking out of camp wasn’t difficult with her clanmates asleep. The moment she had, she bolted into the moor, no destination in mind. Away was where she wanted to go—anywhere but anywhere. StarClan, maybe. Curse Cloudflare and her littermates, curse them all for being alive and not Aspenberry, and curse Aspenberry, too! It wasn’t fair!

Flickerkit ran as far as she could before she got tired. Unseasoned as she was, it wasn't particularly far. Having no motivation to push herself and confident that it would take her clanmates a good while to find her, she halted and curled herself up tightly at the base of a large stone, nestled in the grass.

The sun rose. Soon it was near sunhigh. Flickerkit remained in the shade of the boulder, content—if you could call it that—to stay there forever.

"Go. I'll be here."

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Finchpaw padded on Kestrelswipe’s right side. The younger tomcat, normally alert, had recently been in a world of his own, unaware of things that had been going on around him. Regardless, he manages to shake the feeling off for the time being. He was looking forward to more combat training with his mentor. After all, it was his purpose to protect his loved ones from any possible danger that could show up. Finchpaw’s ears twitched, taking in the sounds that were happening around him and the smells around them. Although an ambush was highly unlikely, he could never be too careful.

"Run. That is an order."

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It almost seemed like Cinderwisp’s heart didn’t know how to relax. Like it was always fretting about something. Just when things seemed to be looking up, another thing seemed to start worrying her. And this time around, it was the knowledge that leaffall would begin to set in, though this worry was less anxiety-inducing than her previous ones.

With a deep breath, the molly called for RiverClan’s apprentices and warriors, prepared to assign patrols.

“Nettlesky, you will lead Briarfang and Ravenbloom on a border patrol at moonhigh. Following this, Thornstrike will lead Stormsquall and Sturgeonwhisker on a border patrol at dawn while Goosesong takes Merryaster and Mistydawn on a hunting patrol. At sunhigh, Coldstar will take Mintwhisker and Hailstrike on another border patrol. Cottonbright, take Clamsneeze and Ashsong on a border patrol at dusk. Ambersmudge and I will follow close behind for hunting. That is all for today.” 

In youth we learn; in age we understand.

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Sunshine made the day feel warm as Ashcloud made his way into camp. As soon as he led the way through the West Tunnel his eyes switched to roving around in search of the pale form of the leader. Seeing her as quickly as possible was necessary. He needed to know if his plan would be accepted…

“Palestar? Are you around?” His voice was hesitant. He’d never tried to directly summon the leader. He was a Warrior. Normally he was the one being summoned! “It’s important!” 

"Your happiness is mine."

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Nine days. Nine days until Heatherpaw was likely going to become a full warrior. It made Bayflower feel almost sick to the stomach. Not because he wasn’t happy for her. But because he had always felt like an average mentor. Despite his great compatibility with the molly, he often felt that she deserved better. That perhaps she deserved the best of the best. And that somebody was not him.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that the two of them finished her training properly. And to do that, he wanted to wrap up her combat training today.