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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: 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
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
{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
DisappearanceTwitching her whiskers to and fro, Pandamask gazed up towards the sky. The beautiful night sky dotted with stars. Oh how pretty are they, glittering on Silverpelt's pelt. She heaved a sigh before returning to her herb counting again. A few bunches of dock and borage leaves lay in a corner, emitting a smell that told of expiration.Disappearance in Drama More Like This
CRACK! Sharp and distant, but yet startling. The noise echoed in the medicine cat's den, snapping Pandamask out of her silent trance. "Wh-!" Clouds covered the moon and a chilly wind blew through the den, its icy claws digging into Pandamask's pelt. A prickle of fear passed through the medicine cat's mind, but she
TWG - An Unconventional Ceremony"Though spirits of the dead are readily seen, their cries shall not be heard. A great star shall fall and is followed by another, who shall reap havoc among the Clans. The spirits of malevolence must be stopped and the fallen star shall once more rise to greatness."TWG - An Unconventional Ceremony in Short Stories More Like This
Patchstar blinked, taking in the information that Breezekit was telling her. He had mentioned Risingmoon's name, so the kit must be telling the truth...He really had been chosen by StarClan.
Patchstar had noticed that Pandamask had disappeared about two sunhighs ago, not a trace left. Her scent ended hear the FireClan border, but on the far East side, past even the Moon Tree. Se
Ceremony Time! *bropaws*"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the MossRock for a Clan meeting!" Patchstar's voice rang out among the Clearing. "Today is a good day for MoonClan. As most of us have healed from our Battle with FireClan, and are in high spirits, I thought we should celebrate the heroics of three individuals and give them their warrior names!"Ceremony Time! *bropaws* in Short Stories More Like This
The Clan gathered below her, inquisitive eyes of all shades and hues looking up at her, waiting for her to continue. The tortoiseshell she-cat continued, "Snowpaw, Jaypaw, Falconpaw! Please step forward. It is time for you to receive your warrior names."
As she watched the three cats
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