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Patchstar leaped on top of the Moss Rock. The Camp had been repaired, and most of the Clan members healed, left with only scratches now. Everyone was in high spirits, even the small band of Rogues in Camp. Cindermoon had talked to Patchstar earlier that day; she was going to leave and create the fifth Clan of the forest; DawnClan.
"Wait," Patchstar had pleaded. "Before you go, let me do one last ceremony." To which Cindermoon had smiled.
Now it was time. There was a total of about 7 apprentices that needed to be acknowledged; some older than others, but all ready for the Ceremony. The cats gathered below Patchstar squirmed impatiently, look
FireClan Assignment: Of Stars, Herbs, and HeartA blood red sun sank over the horizon, taking the heat that constantly engulfed FireClan's gorge with it, instead replacing it with the needle sharp cold that the nights - particularly the leaf-bare nights - brought with it. FireClan still lay in shambles, and Kindlestar kept herself busy with the wounded or pacing back and forth in her den, preoccupied by the status of her Clan. They had yet to resolve their Medicine Cat dilema, making those who had been injured during the bloodthirsty battle versus MoonClan a mere days before ache with infection that would have been gone by now had they someone well versed with herbs and the likes. As thFireClan Assignment: Of Stars, Herbs, and Heart in Settings More Like This
FireClan Assignment: An Unfortunate Death - EndedNew apprentices were being trained, the territory had gone without intruders for almost a moon, and prey - while scarce - could still be found to feed an ever growing Clan. These things together should have made for a cheery mood, but instead a tense, desolate air suffocated the FireClan camp. Darkpaw, Gingerflight's apprentice, had passed away. The greencough had proved too much for the apprentice, and despite Russetfur's meticulous treating of the ill tom, StarClan had taken him away. The death of any cat was a sad moment, the death of an apprentice was simply devastating. To not even have lived to earn their warrior name, especially wFireClan Assignment: An Unfortunate Death - Ended in Settings More Like This
FireClan Assignment: To War! - EndedSilent paws tread through the dense, snow covered forest floor as a band of lithe, muscular cats sneaked through bushes attempting to make as little noise as possible. The bright, yellow eyes of the cat in front, a she cat with vibrant, ginger fur narrowed as a harsh stepping broke through the silence, making the mass of cats stop as one as they all collected their breaths. A few seconds passed before a rabbit rushed through, the massive number of the cats gathered catching its attention and making it scamper away in fear. Kindlestar almost sighed in relief, afraid for a moment that they had been caught and that the element of surprise wouFireClan Assignment: To War! - Ended in Settings More Like This
FireClan Assignment: Attack in the CampA hiss filled the air as a loud thump echoed through the parched ground, an equally loud swear accompanying the thump, the apprentice's voice carrying louder than Kindlestar had ever heard it. The FireClan leader's whiskers twitched with restrained amusement, not wanting her apprentice, Heatherpaw, to feel as though if she was being made fun of. Helping the apprentice get up, a somewhat harder feat for her than for most warriors as Heatherpaw was already her size, she remained quiet for a few moments, letting the look of embarrassment pass the younger one's face.FireClan Assignment: Attack in the Camp in Settings More Like This
"I'll never get this strike right, Kindlestar!" Heatherpaw finally complained
{Do Your Best}Barleypaw followed her new clanmates to the Moss Rock. Patchstar had called them all over for what they called a “ceremony”. Everyone seemed to be happy or excited; this must be something pretty amazing. She was a bit too embarrassed to ask about it, only having been a part of the clan for a little while now, so instead the apprentice quietly sat down at the edge of the group, as few tail-lengths behind her mentor, Deathsong.{Do Your Best} in Short Stories More Like This
She soon saw that it was indeed something to be excited about. Kits (well, kit) were becoming apprentices, and apprentices were becoming warriors! Glancing over at the new apprentice, Barleypaw noted that he
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