CalderaClan -- Fᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ Fɪʀᴇ﹐Aᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ Dᴀᴡɴ [ NOW OPEN ]

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Stagleap was curled up quietly in his nest, his tail resting over his nose. He shifted and flicked as he dreamt wearily, probably about something foolish he did as an apprentice. He didn't like the dream very much and felt very glad when it ended and he opened up his eyes, staring blurrily around the warriors den -to see that about half the warriors were already gone! He shot up, perking his ears, and listened outside where he could hear his clanmates, speaking and moving. "Oh no!" he whimpered, whirling around to Honeyblossom, who slept next to him. "Honeyblossom, Breezeflower, wake up! Everyone else is awake and we slept in!" He didn't wait for a response, and quickly ran from the den. He was a bit surprised to see that it was only dawn, and breathed a shaky sigh of relief.

Honeyblossom blinked awake when Stagleap nudged her and didn't respond to his frantic wake -up call. She rolled to her paws, planning on calming Stagleap, but he had already left the den. So she sighed instead and began to groom herself carefully. She honestly didn't want to go and interact with any cats -with a recent murder, stress levels were probably high and that meant that cats might be more hissy and snappy than usual, and Honeyblossom was not interested in getting into a spat with a stressed -out cat. Besides, if they had 'slept in' then patrols were probably already be sorted out. She stifled a yawn, and hoped that no cat would wonder in and get angry at her for not coming out to patrol.

<sub>Arching her back as she rose out of her nest, Fawnpaw had woken up later than she had intended. Being one of the last apprentices in the den, she was slightly paranoid about missing out on all of the things she could have done in the time she was in a deep slumber.

Letting out a huff, the fawn colored tabby wobbled out of the den before spotting a grey and white tomcat lying outside. "Hey, Rosepaw!" she greeted nonchalantly, coming to a halt besides him.

Opening his maw, Rosepaw let out a small huff. It was clear he wasn't in the mood for someone else's company as he rested his head on his white paws, averting his gaze from Fawnpaw.

"Geez, someone's grumpy," the she-cat muttered, rolling her hazel eyes at her older denmate. "Enjoy wallowing, Rosepaw."

With that, the young apprentice bounced away just in time for him to let out a sigh of frustration. "Thank the Kin Spirits she's gone.." the tom grumbled to himself, shifting his weight all while staring at nothing. Nothing at all.</sub>

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[ one starter down, two to go.. ]

"You think it's only a story?" asked Pheasanttail. "Huh. Suit yourself, then, but when Redstar catches wind of this-" She shook her head, decided to drop the topic, and padded alongside Heatherfrost, her eyes widening as Heatherfrost told her about her own bit of gossip. "Redstar? There's been dozens of rumors about him since he became leader. Some are more... interesting... than others." This was the code term for "highly unlikely"- for example, the story that he plotted with BayouClan, which she was highly positive some fox-dung apprentice made up. "I have remembered some of the better ones." She kicked away a fly that had perched on her ear- she wouldn't want it to ruin her sense of dignity- before continuing on, skipping lightly with her paws trying to avoid getting dirt and mud on her jet-black fur. "That cat's rather young to be a leader, and honestly if some rumor or another about him was true I wouldn't be surprised. I don't doubt his Clan loyalty, though. He wears that on his sleeves. There are many cats who I suspect don't care about the Clan whatsoever may their life depend on it, but Redstar isn't one of them."

i have ewecall open, if you'd like ]]

((Maybe Ewecall, Doveheart, and Lightningclaw can so something together? And possibly Lionpaw and Flickerpaw?))

sure!! ]]

{{ Hope you feel better Featherwing!!! Good luck on the drivers ed as well!! c: }}

(You can throw them in!)

A shiver ran down Pheasanttail's back as she saw the mud on Heatherfrost's paws, but decided it was wisest not to comment on them. She couldn't see or hear any prey besides the mouse her acquaintance had just caught, and shrugged it off. Prey was not the objective here. "Have you heard the rumor about the mother of those two 7-moon apprentices? You know, the cleft-lip one and his brother?" She had heard a rumor that their mother was still alive and had ran off to live in BayouClan- and she was eager to tell it. Anything involving that wretched Clan was easily a wonderful rumor to keep like how those cats kept their shell collections.

((Sweet, what should we have them do? Hunting maybe?))