Sprig
Boldclaw, Basilflame, Heatherpaw
Basilflame will take Boldclaw outside of the camp to go hunting, Heatherpaw will join them, and hopefully the three will bond over hunting.
Windclan Camp initially, then move out to the territory but likely to stay fairly close to camp.
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I’m still a Warrior no matter what you say!
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Boldclaw lay contently in some shade near the Elders’ Den. He still wasn’t happy to be residing there, but his kin, and now the deputy, Emberdawn, had given him some purpose back. It was interesting how these past few moons had gone. After several moons sequestered in the Elders’ Den with little to do but watch his life go by, things had begun to look up as Basilflame had found the desire to talk to him. Of all cats in the clan, she alone had seemed to remember what an admiration he had been before his early and forced retirement. Not long after though, with his mood lifted, he had talked to one of the clan’s kits and had his entire world shattered once more.
For a moon after that he had lain in the Elders’ Den, miserable. So miserable had he become, that he had avoided Basilflame, not wanting her to see him so broken. He knew that she wanted to make good on her promise to take him hunting regardless of what the clan’s leader and deputy said, but what was the point in allowing her to risk getting in trouble for such a useless mangepelt as he? That last moon of greenleaf had likely been one of the darkest in Boldclaw’s life. It was only broken by the promotion of his cousin to deputy. Boldclaw didn’t think Emberdawn had thought much of him, but whether kinship or the tom truly thought well of the cream coloured tom, he had somehow persuaded Fawnstar into allowing to participate in apprentice tasks.
It was somewhat undignified in Boldclaw’s mind that he was essentially on apprentice duties, but at least he had something to do each day. Windclan’s dens had never been so strong or rainproof, in the pointed tom’s opinion. He also had plans to ensure the dens would stay warm once the cold finally hit. Unfortunately, he still didn’t seem to be trusted to go far from the camp, and the mentors of the apprentices obnoxiously kept taking them for training. Even when they weren’t training, some didn’t exactly listen to Boldclaw unless they were directly tasked with reinforcing the dens under his guidance.
It was because of this that Boldclaw now found himself lazing in the sun, enjoying a completely unwanted break. Since being allowed to do something, the tom could be described as a bit of a workaholic. Often he worked on the dens even without the help of the apprentices, but he needed to collect more twigs, grasses or whatever else could be used to reinforce the camp’s walls before he could do anything, and he wasn’t allowed out alone as far as he knew. Sighing, Boldclaw lay his head on his paws and watched the happenings of the camp, his tail twitching rhythmically as he watched for an apprentice he could try to convince to gather materials instead of enjoying their own break from training and chores.