Dawn's Golden Light

[Mousy]

She nodded sagely, thinking quietly. She didn't often converse with other cats in the Clan; they were all scared of her brother. Scared to talk to her. It upset her, not just because she wouldn't ever let her brother go so far as to hurt any cat. It hurt her because SkyClan were the cats she had grown up with.

"I haven't been there in a while either," Foxfire replied. "But it's always been rich in Prey, so it's a good place, I guess," she mewed, trying to explain her logic. She padded out of camp, hoping that Mudstripe was following her. He was actually quite easy-going, and not at all difficult to talk to.

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[Yoko]

Lightstreak was bounding happily around Fawnstep, who was sitting regally at the edge of camp with her fluffy squirrel tail wrapped around her paws. Lightstreak, on the other paw, looked especially scruffy. Her short fur was ruffled up as it always was when she first woke up. Her eyes were bright and her thin tail was lashing.

"What should we do, Fawnstep?"

Fawnstep twitched an ear, disapproving of Lightstreak's bouncing like a kit. "Stand here and look pretty until the toms arrive, of course!"

And then, there was Rockclaw. Fawnstep wrinkled her nose and began to mew, "Of Couse No-"

But Lightstreak's eyes stretched wide and she leapt up and bowled him over, forepaws pinned to his chest, "Hey Buddy Boy! A walk? How about a morning run instead? Get the old blood flowing?"

[Mousy]

Rockclaw felt himself go hot underhis pelt when Lightstreak pushed him down, not even noticing Fawnstep saying what she had just said. Well, he noticed. He just didn't care. He laughed at Lightstreak's most recent comment.

"OK," he chuckled. "Whatever you say!" He smiled, thinking that he had finally gained new ground. He didn't even know why he liked Lightstreak. There was just something undescribably amazing about her. Not that he would ever let on. No. He was Rockclaw of SkyClan, and he had work to do. "So, where to? The Hollow?" he suggested. "But would you let me up? You're stronger than me," he added, trying and failing to shake Lightstreak off.

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[OoC:// XD. Rockclaw is such a suck-up sometimes!]

[Yoko]

"How about to the warehouse?" Lightstreak murmured so Fawnstep, who was paying no attention, would not here. "Unless of course....you're scared!"

A grin stretched on Lightstreak's muzzle from one ear to the other. With a jingly giggle, she climbed off Rockclaw's chest. Sometimes she didn't know her own strength. She was quite excited to get a start on the day. She looked at Fawnstep, about to ask if she would like to go, but the gorgeous brown she-cat turned up her nose promptly.

"Looks like it's just you and me," the bright-furred she-cat mewed, prancing about. "Let's go!" She bounded up and out of the camp entrance.

Fawnstep simply refused to acknowledge the entire exchange. She was rather displeased to be losing her lackey-um-friend to this unattractive tom. Well, he was not bad looking, but she didn't think he was a keeper. She almost laughed in amusement, seeing how oblivious Lightstreak was to the tom's affection.

Still, she was alone now, so reluctantly, she called for her apprentice, "SAGEPAW!" her beautiful voice rang out sternly. "We're going battle training."

[Amber]

Sagepaw stared at the two of her clanmates close to her wondering what they had eaten. They must have found some new herb that sent them completely crazy. Whatever it was, she didn't want any part of it. There were already enough crazy cats around here as it was.

Hearing her name being called by her mentor, the little silver apprentice padded closer and grinned at the sound of what was about to happen. She was going to go out training! And battle training sounded really fun. Cinderclaw was always helping her when it came to battle training. He was really easy on her and didn't like to see her get hurt, so it would be fun to have her actual mentor teach her something, rather than her big brother.


"Please don't tell me we are battle training with them." she said, referring to Lightstreak and Rockclaw. "I mean we can if you want, but they look a little like..." she trailed off not knowing how far to go with this. She didn't know how close Fawnstep and Lightstreak were, so Sagepaw decided just to stop while she was ahead.

Sagepaw looked from the two cats back to her mentor. "I'm ready to go when you are." she quickly said, trying to cover up for what she had just said. It wasn't as if she was embarrassed about what she had said, she just didn't feel it was her place to comment on that.

[Mousy]

[OoC:// Bah! I didn't make him to be attractive!]

Rockclaw laughed, pulling himself up. He saw Lightsteak had run out of camp, and he followed her for a minute, but quickly caught up, laughing.

"Me? Scared? I don't know the meaning of the word, Lightstreak!" he said happily. "Warehouse it is! You lead the way," he said politely. He liked to follow other cats, anyway. And he could run fast when he wanted to; don't let it be said that he was slow.

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[Ki]

<insert random Smallpaw post to jumpstart things>

Smallpaw lifted his ears suddenly, remembering something. He looked at Wrenpaw. She seemed to be the only one that would notice if he left. So, might as well speak directly to her. "I have to go talk to Creamfoot. See you, Wrenpaw!" He smiled brightly, gulped down the last of his fresh-kill, and ran up to the elders den. All three elders were sitting out in front of their den. He bounded up happily, his long thin legs eating up the ground. It was obvious that Smallpaw was in good mood this morning. But, then again, he was rarely not in a good mood. The thin apprentice nodded a greeting to the other two elders before nuzzling against Creamfoot. She was like kin to him. As close to him as Spottedsky or Smudgeclaw was. It had been that way ever since he was young.

"Good morning, you three!" he mewed brightly. Smallpaw grinned and crouched down in front of Creamfoot, as if he intended to start a play-fight. Not that he would ever dream of it, of course. Creamfoot was far too old with her brittle bones. In fact...Sandcloud probably wouldn't be pleased to see either of them rough-housing. "Guess what, Creamfoot? Spottedsky says she thinks I'm gaining weight!" He straightened up and struck a pose that was intended to make her, and the other elders, chuckle. Redbird sure did. "What do you think? Pretty soon I'll look just like my father, huh? Except for the eye, ya know...but I think, maybe, I'm done being sick!"

[Yoko]

A lovely morning it way, bright sunshine streaming into the open SkyClan camp, the dewy scent of grass rising to his nostrils, the excited buzz of morning air. Oh how gorgeous it was indeed, and how much more beautiful it could be with the grass stained with blood, and the heady scent of death in the hair. But no matter, he had work to do all the same.

The white Medicine Cat brushed through the crowd with a soft smile on his face and a cheerful reflection of the world in his light blue eyes. As he was passing on his way out to camp, he noticed his favorite patient, speaking with Creamfoot. That delicate little body of his seemed all aflutter with excitement as well, and he could not help but eavesdrop a little before saying hello.

"Now now, Smallpaw, let's not jump to conclusions," he mewed with a gentle smile. "But surely, you may grow out of it someday. I can't wait to see it for myself, your father would be thrilled." He paused to stroke the little one's fur from head to the lower base of his tail with his own tail. Smallpaw was soft like a she-kit in his mind. Such a beautiful little one, how he reminded him of his sister was uncanny! Well, killing him would be a real pleasure, but Frostwing wanted to take his time with this young tom. They have a very special bond after all. "Just don't push yourself too much or you might go a few steps back. Ahh, where are my manners, Good Morning Creamfoot. How are you?"

[Kitty]

Creamfoot was chatting with the other elders, surveying the camp at the same time, when a familiar black and white pelt caught her eye, and up trotted Smallpaw, looking as lively as ever. She purred out a low, affectionate greeting to her favorite apprentice, meowing, "Good morning, Smallpaw." She watched in amusement as he announced that Spottedsky thought he might be gaining some (much-needed) weight, striking a comical pose that pulled a laugh from her. "That's great, Smallpaw!" she purred, looking the young tom over. It was true, he was looking just a bit more healthy. Although that might be because he hadn't been sick in a while. He certainly wasn't anywhere near as healthy as he should be, nor the size he should be, but he was definitely making progress.

"I can tell. Looks like you're gettin' some meat on those skinny little bones!" Creamfoot teased, letting out a rusty laugh. "Soon you'll be just as handsome as your father! And don't worry about that eye, there, it just make ya more unique. Everyone has something about them that sets 'em aside from everyone else. Yours is your eye." She didn't think that having two different eye colors was something that would bring him down for long. "With any luck Sandcloud's finally found a way to get you moving around again!"

She started unexpectedly when another cat came up, paying too much attention to Smallpaw to notice the white tom until he was there, speaking to Smallpaw and then to herself. "Good morning, Frostwing," she greeted the medicine cat apprentice, then added to Smallpaw, "Better take his advice, Smallpaw, medicine cats know best! Better not push yourself too hard; its getting harder for me to make it down into the gorge to the medicine den to check up on ya!"

[Ki]

Smallpaw turned and smiled brightly at Frostwing. Ah, yes. Another very familiar face. Just like Sandcloud, Smallpaw owed his life to Frostwing. There had been many times when his treatments and Sandcloud's had saved Smallpaw's life. He chuckled as Frostwing ran his tail over him and sat down. "Yeah, yeah. I'll take it easy, don't worry. But I have to do some training, ya know. Or I won't be a warrior until I'm as old as Creamfoot!" His eyes glinted teasingly at Creamfoot. Smallpaw always made cracks about Creamfoot's age. She knew he never meant them. Plus he was comfortable enough with her to make such jokes. And to takes jokes about his eye, his thin-ness, and his overall health lightly from her. "Really? Unique? Heehee. Well, I guess I can't be a total copy of my father. Can I?"

Redbird watched as Smallpaw bounded up. It was difficult to imagine that, less than a moon ago, he was sick in the medicine cat den with a fever that refused to be broken. Now here he was, bouncing around her and the other elders with impressive energy. Frostwing soon came up as well. Redbird nodded at both of them and smirked. "Good morning, you two. I see you two are just bursting with energy today, aren't you?"

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Mudstripe;; SkyClan Warrior

Her attitude seemed nicer than a few moments ago, which was now softer and flowery. He wanted to savor the moment, but he knew that they both had to get going. Double-quick at that. His muddy brown fur flashed as he leapt from his position until he was past Foxfire. "I'll race you there!" he called, almost acting like an apprentice once again.

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