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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
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"I'll never get this strike right, Kindlestar!" Heatherpaw finally complained, her ears flat against her head.
"Nonsense. It's a new move, Heatherpaw. Everyone has trouble getting it right the first time," Kindlestar mewed in a comforting voice, brushing her long haired tail against the apprentice's.
"I heard Dawncloud got it right the first time..." Heatherpaw muttered, staring at her dark paws as she
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 when so close to the ending of their mentoring simply seemed unfair.FireClan Assignment: An Unfortunate Death - Ended in Settings
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Despite this loss, life went on in the Clan as usual. Mentors still making sure their apprentices where keeping their training properly, kits causing trouble for the queens, and apprentices grudgingly taking moss to the nursery and elders while taking