Sapling
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.
23
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.
Forest
I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone.
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How could Basilflame have failed at doing her job properly... as a mentor. Cedarpaw had been gone for a few sunrises now, there had be no sign of them, not from Emberdawn, not from anyone, the last cat to have seen her was Berrypaw and he spoke of... twolegs. Part of her wanted to scout all of twolegplace for her, but the other... more realistic part of Basilflame knew she was gone, monsters swallow cats, they could either spit them out somewhere close or further than any cat could imagine walking to. However, Basilflame felt much worse for Beewhisker, who was hardly hanging on when on patrol. Oh StarClan... why did it need to be Cedarpaw.
However, Basilflame couldn't let grief cloud her senses, if she failed at mentoring, perhaps she would be able to succeed in hunting. She would make good on her promise to Boldclaw today, hopefully she's be able to do something that would benefit her clan. Something that wouldn't be stolen by twolegs... at least. And plus, Boldclaw can't be seeing her so mopey, not now, not ever, he'd think she was weak, probably.
With Aspenberry gone as well, everything seemed so drastically different. Emberdawn was making good of his position, but nothing would change the marks left behind, even if cats tried to believe it otherwise. Regardless, it was time for the hunt.
She found Boldclaw in the last place she thought he would be in, but she didn't do much to take mention of it, simply padded over and offered him a smile that didn't quite move her whiskers, compelling enough is what she hoped. "Having a good day?" She asked softly, not taking the time to sit. "I thought I'd finally make good on my offer to you. Would you be happy to leave now?" she asked, preparing herself for either answer and more, for right now, she wasn't sure if Boldclaw had even remembered, since he had been avoiding her recently. It was best she just asked regardless, if he forgot, she would remind him well enough. Maybe hunting could take her mind off of things to. This should be nice.
FROM WINDCLAN:
Beewhisker - ⚧ Bubbly Warrior (They/Them)
Sunbear - ♀ Stoic Elder (She/Her)
Basilflame - ♀ Gentle Warrior (She/Her)
Berrypaw - ♂ Energetic Apprentice (He/Him)
Emberdawn - ♂ Altruistic Deputy (He/Him)
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Greypebbles - ♂ Quiet Warrior (He/Him)
Robinpaw - ♀ Considerate Apprentice (She/Her)
Orchidflame - ♀ Sincere Elder (She/Her)
Gingerthrash - ♂ Arrogant Elder (He/Him)
Brindlespice - ♀ Selfish Warrior (She/Her)
Coyotebloom - ♀ Worrisome Warrior (She/Her)
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Nightwhisper - ♀ Confident Warrior (She/Her)
Wolfpaw - ♂ Reticent Apprentice (He/Him)
Eaglecry - ♀ Maternal Elder (She/Her)
Quailfeather - ♂ Caring Warrior (He/Him)
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Goosesong - ♂ Disciplined Senior Warrior (He/Him)
Lilyriver - ♀ Fierce Queen (She/Her)
Skykit - ♀ Gracious Kit (She/Her)
Hailstrike - ♀ Ambitious Warrior (She/Her)
OUTSIDER/S:
Duchess - ♀ Charming Semi-Feral (She/Her)
Laetitia Von Noon - ♀ Poised Domestic (She/Her)
Fox - ♂ Charismatic Feral (He/Him)
Vivica - ♀ Calculated Domestic (She/Her)
Sapling
I’m still a Warrior no matter what you say!
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Boldclaw opened his eyes at the sound of pawsteps approaching him and tried not to look like a rabbit caught between two cats. He had avoided Basilflame since she promised to take him on a hunt, not because of the promise but because of the misery a particular kit had caused him only days later. Not to mention he had been working hard on fortifying the camp and enjoying bossing apprentices around when they weren’t hiding from him. When the creamy tom looked at Basilflame, however, he settled and pity flooded his heart, making him feel awkward. He wasn’t entirely sure what was keeping her from the normally cheerful attitude that she carried. Perhaps she felt bad over the disappearance of that apprentice?
“I’d rather continue working on the camp, but since the apprentices are all seemingly busy, maybe a hunt would be good,” Boldclaw replied somewhat gruffly. He pulled himself to his paws, trying to appear relaxed and unbothered, but truthfully the tom was mildly freaking out. It had been moons upon moons since he had last left the camp to hunt and he hadn’t had the opportunity to practice his skills. Fear of looking like a fool before Basilflame caused his pelt to prickle and the seal point tom pulled a strained face as he tried to settle his fur.
“Where were you thinking of hunting?” Boldclaw asked after a moment, trying not to look like an apprentice seeing the gorge for the first time and utterly failing. As much as he tried to not look afraid, fear and worry was painted all over his face and pelt. “It’s been so long since I’ve been out that I hardly have any idea of where is best to be hunting spots are now.” Misery settled like a weight on Boldclaw’s shoulders. The combination of so many powerful emotions had him looking frail and old, as though he truly belonged in the elders’ den as opposed to the warriors’.