ThistleClan

(Yes, absolutely! That would be great! There's a good amount of rogues living in the area.)

Cloverpaw| Apprentice| Cloverpaw is a small she cat that has soft white fur. She has black socks- each paw different- her front left paw the only thing being black while her back right leg is completely covered in black. She has black ears along with a patch over her left eye and black covering the bridge of her nose. She has heterochromatic eyes- her left eye being a sky blue and her right eye being green with some brown mixed in it. She is a former rogue, her name was formally Clover.

Inkpaw| Apprentice| Inkpaw is the exact opposite of his sister- an all black tom with white socks, white ears, and a white mark on the bridge of his nose. He has a white patch over his right eye and wide, dark green eyes with golden tints. He was formally a rogue, his name was Ink.

yeah! *this was her first partol as a warrior*

(Where can I jump in?)

(We could do something with Ashpaw. I have some homework so I may poof >~< College essays will be the death of me I swear.)

(Oh btw the siblings are 9 moons old. Lol its not too bad I just hate papers x3 I'm a freshie right now in college.)

Cloverpaw let out a yelp of surprise as her pleasant dream was interrupted by a ball of fur landing on her. The white she cat squirmed under the larger tom, swatting him lightly in attempts to get him to wake up. "Get off me!" She hissed, the edge taken off of her voice by the sleep that still invaded her brain. The she cat was generally nice, just a grumpy cat in the morning.

"Wha--?" Ashpaw rolled back off of Cloverpaw, tipped over by her squirming. He awoke with a start. "Whatsgoingon? Is this a raid? Oh, StarClan!" He tried to rise to his paws, but tripped, falling and landing back on top of Cloverpaw.

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Honeynose flicked her tail in greeting as Firestorm walked out into camp. "Good morning," she meowed. "It's a cold one."

"There's a few cats about to set out on a hunting patrol. You could probably still catch up," she admitted, but was almost reluctant to do so. She needed another cat around to break through the boredom of being stuck in camp. "Wrenstar is gone, so she must have gone out with another search party."

(Honeynose's mate is Whitewhisker from ReedClan.)

"I've been better," Honeynose admitted. "I mean - well - I shouldn't say that. It's not like I don't want the kit. But the physical stress, and being cooped up, and feeling so... big all the time. I feel like a giant who's going to trample everything in my path." She chuckled. "But, well. That's how I feel."

(Nope, she's keeping it a secret for now at least. I didn't have taking a mate in another Clan be explicitly against the warrior code in the thistleclan/reedclan canon but it's like, strongly discouraged, and whitewhisker's father is very traditional and disapproving of those kinds of romances yknow? so they're keeping it under tight wraps)

Well, now all the apprentices were awake. Ashpaw rolled off of Cloverpaw, thoroughly embarrassed as the grogginess of sleep wore off and he came to his senses. "I'm so sorry," he blurted out. "I did not mean to do that. You can murder me if you want."

Honeynose scoffed, giving her chest an embarrassed lick. Firestorm was right: she was rather small, and it was obvious to her that she was only expecting one kit, anyway. "I know," she teased. "I'm almost as big as you." She nodded at his statement about it paying off. Of course it would. Of course.

(How old is Ashpaw?)

Cloverpaw rolled her eyes, trying her best to keep her amusement under control at the toms embarrassment. "Don't sweat it, Ashpaw, we've all done it before." She responded with a purr, swatting the toms shoulder playfully as she began to groom her fur, wanting to look presentable before she went out to find her mentor. She let out a loud yawn, wondering if her mentor would actually make her do something today since she was so tired from training the night before.

Cloverpaw let out an internal moan, the white she cat not understanding how he managed to have so much energy. She glanced at the ginger tom before nodding grudgingly, not wanting to actually go out. She liked the younger tom, he was excitable and just as energetic as Cloverpaw typically was. The two made a rather good team once the apprentice was up and alert in the mornings. "What are w doing today?" She asked with a large yawn, showing off pale,sharp teeth.

(Ashpaw is 11 moons old! Sorry, I meant to put his description up but it must have slipped my mind.)

Honeynose felt a warm glow in her chest, enjoying the tom's company. She was almost sad to see Cloverpaw appear, but it passed within moments as she watched the apprentice. Someday, the kit living inside her would be an apprentice. Someday she'd have an apprentice! That prospect was somehow even more scary. She purred with amusement as she watched the scene. "You two have fun."