Greenleaf

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It was Sunhigh in ScarClan territory, and the rays of light bathed the territory in its warm glow. A bird chirped somewhere in the distance, and the leaves from the few trees there swayed, rustling. This time of year was when the prey was richest, and the weather was the best: Greenleaf. Hunting patrols are usually sent out less, considering the prey practically appears under your paws, and many cats come back with jaws stuffed with mice and voles. It is the perfect time to have kits; in fact this was when the clan deputy, and the clan Overseer were born. Everyone knows how it was planned by their parents and the Clan leader, but they don't care. The two grew up to be the pride of ScarClan.

Near the Crooked Creek, a water vole scampered around its shore, nose switching back and forth between the air and the ground, obviously looking for seeds. It looked as though it, too, was having a good Greenleaf. It was just about as plump as it could get, and was looking happy and healthy. Suddenly, the bushes rustled slightly, and the vole looked up, beady eyes scanning the area around him. Deciding it was nothing, it looked down again, beginning to search for seeds once more. Then, before the poor rodent even had time to react, there was claws digging into its back, and his neck was snapped. So much for a happy Greenleaf. Above the previously killed prey, a extremely tiny she-cat sat cleaning the blood from her claws, looking quite proud of herself. She had a light ginger pelt, with a combination of black stripes and spots dappling it. Her fur was clean and healthy looking, and it was obvious that she was having a luckier Greenleaf than the poor water vole.

Dark brown eyes stayed hard as stone as Jaguarstripe scraped dirt over the easily killed prey. Silently she dipped her head and sent a prayer to StarClan, thanking them for the prey that would probably feed their newest queen, Mistcloud. The poor she-cat would end up giving birth in dead middle of Leafbare. Hopefully ScarClan would remain strong when the snow fell. They had to. The clan deputy walked up near the edge of the creek, near where she had killed the vole. The water was crystal clear, and a few minnows swam around like a few hyper kits from another clan. Jaguarstripe was glad that kits in ScarClan were taught to behave better. She didn't know if she could handle dealing with the squealing. Of course, no cat under six moons is perfect, but she remembered her kithood quite clearly. Had Hawkpelt found out that she had been sneaking out of camp, or destroyed the Medicine Cat's den, she would've been given a good whacking and not been aloud to leave the Nursery for at least a moon.

Jaguarstripe purred softly at a memory: They were four moons old, and Lynxkit decided to tell the Medicine Cat that he could beat him a battle, not knowing that they received training too. Really the tom was just commenting, not really trying to offend him, but the funny part was that Barktail challenged him to a duel! Needless to say, Lynxkit was beaten badly, and bruised up quite a lot. Then, to make matters worse, Hawkpelt taught him ANOTHER lesson when he came back. Of course neither adult did anything that would permanently harm Lynxkit, only bruised him up enough to teach him a short term lesson. ScarClanners may be strict, but they do care about one another.

The deputy sighed. She was bored- there wasn't much to do during Greenleaf. At least in the winter season everyone always had something to do; whether it was hunting, or gathering herbs for the Medicine Cat, or even clearing away the snow at the entrance to camp.

Another purr escaped Jaguarstripes throat, "I'll miss it until it happens."

[Scorchstar]

Sunhigh. The hottest time no matter which territory you were in, or at least that was what Lynxtail had always figured. He had been thinking about other Clans a lot lately though, so much in fact he rarely went out of the camp to do more than walk around aimlessly. Perhaps he could just slip away one day, would the Clan even care? Why would they....He was but a mistake, he always had been. The other Clans would probably only know he was a ScarClan warrior because of his scent! If he covered it well enough, maybe, just maybe he could figure a way out of ScarClan....

He may have been born here, but Lynxtail knew better than to ever think he belonged here. Lynxtail hadn't felt at ease in the Clan since well, never. He couldn't remember a time that a cat wasn't following him in order to show him that they were boss. In fact Lynxtail was pretty sure that his getting beaten up by every new warrior had become a tradition in the Clan.

The sun shone brightly off the Creek, as it rushed along its merry way. Maybe he wasn't even meant for a Clan, perhaps he was a loner in disguise. Even if he did get away nothing would ever change the fact that he was a born ScarClan cat. The other Clan would accept him just as well as his own birth Clan had! that was nt at all, and being born like every ScarClanner as loyal as could be. He'd be a traitor in his own mind, a prisoner of a bad past and appearance.

He could even recall a time when the medicine cat, Barktail, had beaten him rather badly after he had made a comment. The only reason Lynxtail HAD made the comment was to tell the other kits that he wasn't completely useless and most likely to be beaten cat. Well Barktail had even ruined that and then Hawkpelt had to go and make it a thousand times worse. She had afterward taken him out in the middle of the clearing and had beaten him in the middle of the entire Clan.

Lynxtail was damaged in the mind and soul, perhaps uncapable of ever functioning right. Breezewhisker had inflicted one of Lynxtail's more annoying issues though. His mentor's constant battering with those large paws of his had indeed left him some kind of brain damage. Lynxtail was in almost constant pain with splitting headaches. He had never told anyone, anyone who did catch him in a time in which he had one, they'd just assume he was just being his snappy, pathetic self.

Ears twitched at the sound of a purr though, a voice he knew quite well, though he couldn't say he was particularly happy. Stepping forward he soon spotted her jaguarlike pelt. Oh great, now she'd certainly interrogate him on why he was here without a single piece of prey to show for it.

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((Please note that Scorch has given me permission to powerplay a bit in this post xD))

Jaguarstripe looked up from the creek at the scent of her brother. Memories flooded over her, and though she didn't show it, the she-cat was actually quite pleased to see him. Hard brown eyes looked the tom up and down; he must have been out taking a walk, though she smelled no prey. That didn't make sense. They were a good ways away from camp, and he had to have seen something on his way down here. Jaguarstripe had killed at least three without even really looking. Had it been Leafbare she would've understood a little bit more, considering you had to look hard to eat, but Greenleaf? Slightly disappointed in her brother, the clan deputy flicked her tail, acknowledging him, "Hard time finding prey, Lynxtail?" She meowed, suspicion laying thickly on her voice as hard as she tried to hide it.To any other cat this really wouldn't have been a big deal, but to her it was huge.

Deciding to discard the matter, as there was not much she could do about it, Jaguarstripe looked into the creek once more. She bent her head and got a small drink, letting the cool liquid run down her throat and cool her body. Then, the she-cat arched her back in a long stretch. "I've been thinking," The deputy started, "Wasn't it a good idea- the way we were born? Scorchstar should consider doing that again, don't you think?" Suddenly, Jagaurstripe's ears perked, and her voice fell silent. Her muscles tensed, and hard brown eyes narrowed into slits. The she-cat's ears strained for the same noise, and when it came again, she turned and launched into the air, snagging a blackbird that had just flown out of a nearby tree. Jaguarstripe pinned it to the ground and ended its life, once again dipping her head to thank StarClan.

After burying her kill, the clan deputy once again began to wash off her claws, and continued with the rest of her body. She wanted to look relaxed. Of course, being a ScarClanner, she was excellent at acting. Though on the outside, she was calmly grooming her fur, on the inside she was plotting. Jaguarstripe licked a paw and drew it over her ears. She did this a few times, then, when she was sure Lynxtail wasn't expecting it, the she-cat went for him, knocking the tom over by head butting him in the side, then pinned him down with two paws on his chest (claws sheathed of course, she wasn't trying to hurt him). A small purr escaped her throat,

"Just like when we were kits, right brother?"

[Scorchstar]

Lynxtail was almost out of the clearing, when she had to notice him, he could always feel when her gaze was on him. Standing as still as he could, his small form doubled back and he padded as casually as he could over to where Jaguarstripe was. At her question he glanced away for a moment, trying to grip the cool composure he had been bred to have. Sadly enough though it never had seemed enough to keep everyone off his back. The suspicion in her voice stung him, he knew it was rightly placed, but he just didn't think he was one to be considered worth it. His ears twitched slightly in another direction as he chose to make himself busy with some unheard sound.

The scent of a bird in the wind pricked his attention, perhaps a way to come back at her for thinking that he hadn't even made an effort for his Clan, even though it was true. She was too fast and accurate for him though, like always, she came out on top. Lifting his head though, his small pink nosed barely twitched. Creeping over to behind where Jaguarstripe was he too had found a target. Diving into the underbrush Lynxtail paid no mind to the thorns grazing his pelt, only interested in the plump mouse he could now see. Quickly stepping down on its tail with the reflexes of a viper, he reached his head down to end its existance. Lynxtail didn't thank StarClan as Jaguarstripe did, his faith in them as frayed as his left ear.

Carrying it out he sat it before him and wrapped his tail around his front paws, acting as if he wasn't in complete inner turmoil. Then she had to bring up a subject that made his mouth dry, licking his now seemingly cracked lips he looked to the side. He only nodded, hoping with all his might that his well trained emerald eyes would give her the illusion that he agreed whole-heartedly. She didn't know the half of the pain that he felt about their birth, Hawkpelt beat down on him more than a true mother. I mean why did she have to care about a useless lump of fur that came to her from not love but loyalty?

Lynxtail was too busy now in his mind thinking about his mixed up kithood to realize anymore than that Jaguarstripe was bathing herself. Not her telltal sign of faked relaxation, everyone, especially himself, knew of her tendency to act like so before moving in. Of course it came, she headbutted his side hard enough to knock him down, then placing her paws on his chest. The headache that hadn't been near as bad before came down hard. Lynxtail felt as if he had cracked his head open on a rock, all he could do though was glare up at her and sigh at her remark.

Ahh, the memories....

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Jaguarstripe purred softly and got off of her brother, triumph glowing in her eyes ever so slightly. Ever since she was a kit she had been ambitious, and she had reached her goal of becoming deputy. Although the ScarClanner would protect Scorchstar with her life, she wouldn't mind being leader either. Stepping back, Jaguarstripe began grooming again, keeping a close eye on Lynxtail in case he decided to fight back. He tended to do that when they were kits, and the deputy would never forget a time when she hadn't been paying attention, and he had pinned her down in counter attack. It was humiliating to be beaten by the weakest kit, even if her younger self gained her position back the same day. In the back of her mind, even before apprenticeship, the she-cat would make up warrior names for herself: Jaguarstrike, Jaguarpelt, Jaguarspirit, and even Jaguarstar came up a few times. She had Tigerkit say it to her once, just to see how it sounded.

How Jaguarstripe loved the memories of kithood. It all seemed so carefree, knowing that she could have fun and not worry about the responsibilities of being a warrior. Of course she would never go back, though, because that would mean she would have to go through the terror of apprenticeship again. If kithood was StarClan, then six moons to twelve moons was the forest where Tigerstar and Darkstripe roamed. Jaguarstripe would've killed both cats time and time again, if she had the chance. Unfortunately it was long before she was born that those two flee bags were alive.

Finishing with her pelt, the ScarClan deputy made herself comfortable on the leafy ground, wrapping her tail around her paws as she sat. Her thoughts wandered back to the plan she was born from. Maybe, just maybe, it would be a good idea to do it again, starting now. Kits born in Leafbare would have to be stronger, and it would toughen them up for the clan. It was possible it could be as successful as last time. Although, Jagaurstripe wouldn't be the first to volunteer to be a queen. It would take valuable time away from hunting and fighting for her clan. Then there was Silentpaw to worry about. In the end, though, it would be Scorchstar's choice. If he chose her(considering it would be a great honor, and she couldn't exactly decline) she would train her apprentice until she was too big, then he would be given a temporary mentor. He would have to be thrown off of the Plateau early if that was the case, because so far every one of her apprentices has done that, and she wasn't about to stop now.

Clearing her thoughts for a moment, Jaguarstripe's gaze drifted back to Lynxtail. She would discus that with Scorchstar later. "Well, I suppose since we're together we might as well check the boarders." The she-cat meowed, going into deputy mode, "Not that any clan would be brave enough to steal territory from us." There was a smugness in her voice, the only emotion she doesn't care about showing when it comes to her clan. That and her kin was there, so she didn't care as much about her tone. Brown eyes gazed at Lynxtail, and her ear twitched slightly, "Then again, maybe we should pick up some more warriors first. Yes, we'll go and get Pantherclaw and Tigerfrost. We can patrol as siblings, and finally talk." Jaguarstripe felt as though even since she was named deputy, and her brother Overseer they hadn't really had a chance to spend time together.

Without waiting for an answer the deputy started off toward camp.

[Scorchstar]

Lynxtail scrambled to his paws in the undignified way, why did it matter if he showed etting up as though he weren't a kit. he certainly felt like one the way the other cats in the Clan treated him. Wasn't it bad enough that he had to deal with his own confidence problem, cats from his own Clan attacking him, what to do about it, and even the occasional suicidal thought. Yet his own sibling refused to let him forget the fact he was, and always would be weaker than her. Whether or not it wasn't just because he didn't have the skill or drive as most cats would say, even Lynxtail didn't know.

Sitting down Lynxtail tried hard to stay focused on what was happening instead of drifting away into his own self-pity. Tigerfrost was odder than him yet Lynxtail had the uncanny knack to always be rated lower than cats with actual problems. If he would've been born in a different Clan, would Lynxtail have had the chance to become just as good of warrior as Tigerfrost, Jaguarstripe, and Pantherclaw? He would never know which would bother him to no end.

Jaguarstripe seemed to lost in thought to say a thing to him and it kind of frightened her that she wanted to do something like Eaglestar had done. That she-cat had been an embarassment to eaglestrike's fair name, thus disgracing Scorchstar's own blood. Luckily the two weren't related and he didn't have to think of the way he had come about everytime he looked at his own leader, that wouldn't have been very good at all.

He felt her gaze on him, looking over to his siter through emerald eyes he awaited some kind of comment. Lynxtail couldn't do more than nod agreement with her statement as his sister flipped into deputy-mode, it wasn't like it had been a question that he could've just replied no to. He had to use all of his strength to keep the look of disgust that he felt on the inside about her words where it was. How could she go around thinking in such an arrogant way?

Now she had already made up her mind about going back to camp to get their siblings. Great, now he had to deal with whatever crap they'd do. It was so hard to try and get out of these things when the only things his sister said to him were orders. Off jaguarstripe went, Lynxtail only had to trot to catch up and maintain her pace. It was no secret that he was the faster of the two, not that that was much to brag about, especially pitted against Jaguarstripe's other talents.

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As the Crooked Creek disappeared behind her, Jaguarstripe's thoughts wandered again. It was just after the half moon, so the Full Moon Gathering wouldn't be far off. That was another thing she would have to speak to Scorchstar about: Silentpaw coming to the gathering. It would be a good experience for the tom to expand his knowledge about each clan. By then he will be a more experienced apprentice as well; not brand new like now. With her other apprentices the deputy waited a while before allowing them to come, but Silentpaw was mute, so he couldn't give anything away like Waterpaw or Stripedpaw would have at this age. Jaguarstripe flicked her ear; hopfully Scorchstar didn't already pick the cats to go. A lot of leaders liked to do that early. Suddenly the rocky camp that ScarClan made their home came into view.

Jaguarstripe quickened her pace and nodded to the young warrior who was guarding camp on top of a large boulder. He dipped his head respectfully. Trotting into the clearing, the deputy noticed two kits playing outside the Nursery. She tried to clear away the thought of Scorchstar picking her as a queen, after all, the plan hadn't even been discussed yet. Jaguarstripe shook her head to clear her jumbled thoughts, and spotted Pantherclaw finishing up a bird near the Warrior's Den. Perfect timing, as by the time the deputy was at his side he was burying the bones. The large tom nodded at her, "Hello Jaguarstripe. How's Silentpaw doing?" Dark amber eyes glinted curiously. It was obvious he was thinking about how his sister was handling a mute apprentice. After all he had never had any cat with a disability.

"Fine." Replied the deputy, "Lynxtail and I came to get you and Tigerfrost to go on a patrol together." Her tone was even, though on the inside she was glad to have the company of her brothers. Hopefully the third and equally successful tom would join them as well. Pantherclaw nodded, "It will be nice to stretch my legs. I haven't been out of camp since a hunting patrol at dawn." Together the siblings scanned the clearing for Tigerfrost.

Jaguarstripe's eyes kept veering to the Nursery. She couldn't get the thought of the plan out of her mind. Pantherclaw must have noticed, because he looked at her suspiciously, "Do you know something I don't know?" He flicked an ear and rolled his eyes when the deputy didn't reply. The tom bumped her somewhat playfully, "Or are you thinking of someone other than our brother?"

Jaguarstripe shook her head, "I'm just worried about Rainfall I suppose." It was a decent cover up. Mistcloud was ScarClan's newest queen, and it was her first litter. Pantherclaw nodded in understanding, though Jaguarstripe thought she saw a glint of something in his eye. She ignored it. Must have been a fluke.

There was still no sign of Tigerfrost, and the she-cat began worrying he was out of camp. Had the deputy assigned him to the Sunhigh boarder patrol? While struggling to remember Jaguarstripe tried to look away from the Nursery. Well, even if she had the patrol should be back by now; it was past Sunhigh. Dark brown eyes scanned the clearing once again, searching.

[Scorchstar]

Lynxtail's gaze was locked on the quickly disappearing creek, tail lashing in frustration. Wouldn't it just be nice to slip away and disappear from ScarClan forever? It would for Lynxtail, any other scaClan warrior would spit and call you a traitor for even having a thought like that. Everyone else in ScarClan was fiercely proud to their Clan and refused to believe that anything could be flawed with it. Well Lynxtail knew better, what kind of Clan could function properly when none of them could even muster a job well done to their apprentice? ScarClan. Lynxtail wasn't the fierce image that everyone thought appropriate for a ScarClan warrior. He never would be.

Lynxtail's paws began to drag on the ground, tail falling dejectedly as he saw the rocky outcroppings of his 'home'. Jaguarstripe gave a nod to the young warrior, Snakestrike, on the ledge. Snakestrike returned a respectful dip of his head, which Lynxtail attempted to use to get caught up with Jaguarstripe. It didn't work out. Snakestripe hissed at the sight of him once he was sure Jaguarstripe wouldn't look back. Leaping down from the rocks he struck out with claws unsheathed at the 'unworthy' Lynxtail was to used to the treatment to even move. That annoyed the young warrior even more, "You really are worthless! I could've beaten you as a kit!" The warrior swerved around, kicking dirt at the fallen Lynxtail. He could hear the short mumble from the leaving warrior, "No wonder it's a tradition...." That was the part that really got to him. With a sigh, he picked himself up off the ground. Licking his paw he swiped it over the small trickle of blood until it hopefully blended with his light ginger fur.

With a last narrowed glance to the warrior who now was busy surveying the land, Lynxtail padded over to the forms of Jaguarstripe and Pantherclaw. Sitting down, he wrapped his tail around his paws, not meeting either one of his siblings gaze.

Tigerfrost looked back briefly to make sure that everyone in his patrol was still there. Seeing that Windpaw, Hookclaw, Blacktail, and Brownfeather were all there he sat down as soon as he saw the rocks of the camp. The warriors and apprentice stopped to sit before him, all of them wondering the same thing: Why did he always let his patrols go at this point? Frosted green eyes showed no emotion before he began to speak. " Brownfeather, you and your apprentice can go get some training in now." Brownfeather nodded respectfully, flicking his tail for Windpaw to follow. Tigerfrost turned back to Hookclaw, " You can go get in some hunting, I'm sure Mistcloud will be hungry." Hookclaw attempted to meet the respected tom's eyes, only to stop when she found he seemed to be against doing so. Just another odd thing about the tom. So she nodded and took off in the diredction of the Crooked Creek.

Tigerfrost padded in the direction of the camp, stopping a ways away from Snakestrike's perch to touch his nose to the entrance. Hoping desperatly that the young warrior either hadn't seen it or wouldn't question it. Tigerfrost mimiced the nod he recieved from the warrior, relief flooding over his insides though they didn't reach the outside, like usual. Tigerfrost gazed around the clearing, spotting an odd gathering of his siblings. Trotting over to it he spoke a greeting, " Good afternoon."

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After what seemed like ages of scanning the clearing, Jaguarstripe finally saw her brother in the distance. The she-cat waited patiently for the expected: Tigerfrost always let the patrols go at a certain spot, and this time was no exception. He turned to give orders to Brownfeather, Windpaw, and Hookclaw, then padded up the small slope to the camp. The deputy watched as Snakestrike acknowledged the respected Overseer. The young warrior would one day be the pride of ScarClan. In fact, she was sure the tom was already the pride of their great clan; for he was mentored by Calmpool, who was, before she died, a young but respected warrior. Now Snakestrike's fighting and hunting skills were nearly as good as her's. The deputy's pelt glowed in the afternoon sun, and as the heat leaked through she fluffed it out, attempting to allow any breeze available to penetrate its surface.

Jaguarstripe nodded to her brother as he approached, flicking her tail to greet him. "Tigerfrost, we would like to ask you to join our patrol." The she-cat meowed, "I'm assuming you just returned from checking the boarders, so we should probably just scan them again and pick up some prey on the way back." Brown eyes hardened to shelter the pride at her own idea, and nothing came through as usual. The only odd thing they did was flicker to the Nursery for the third time before Jaguarstripe finally controlled them into looking into Tigerfrost's eyes. They would have to do this quick, though, because talking to Scorchstar about her plan was bugging the deputy like a thorn in her pelt. Every cry of triumph coming from a kit pinning down their sibling seemed to bang against her eardrum, and it all of a sudden seemed like the few kits they had were always play fighting.

Jaguarstripe looked over Tigerfrost's shoulder and attempted to concentrate on the camp entrance as if in urgency to go. Two apprentices came past Snakestrike, noisily gossiping about something. They held no prey, and Jaguarstripe saw no mentors with them, so they were not returning from training. She narrowed her eyes: One thing the deputy despised was seeing a cat enter camp without prey unless limping after a battle session, or coming back from a boarder patrol. Jaguarstripe's fur bristled angrily, and she began padding over to the two apprentices, who were now sniffing around the fresh kill pile. The small she-cat stopped behind them, sitting and wrapping her tail around her paws. One of the apprentices froze; a light gray, broad shouldered tom, and turned slowly. It was obvious he knew he had done something wrong, for his eyes gave it away. The brown apprentice next to him looked over his shoulder, and his eyes gave away a trickle of fear.

Jaguarstripe was mad, but her voice was calm, "Rockpaw, Barkpaw, may I ask why you are returning to camp with empty jaws, no mentors, yet somehow a growling stomach?" Her eyes lowered onto the gray tom's belly, and he looked at his paws in embarrassment. Neither apprentice said anything, so the deputy continued, "Out for a casual stroll?" Jaguarstripe's eyes narrowed.

Barkpaw looked up slowly, "S-sorry, Jaguarstripe. We'll go hunt now, and bring back loads of prey before we eat." He nudged Rockpaw, and the two started back out of camp. The deputy darted in front of them,

"No. The damage has already been done. The last thing we need is two mousebrains scaring away all the prey." Her voice came out as a growl, "Go bring food to the elders, then retire for the night. Your stomachs can stay empty until after hunting patrol tomorrow." Rockpaw and Barkpaw stared at the deputy in astonishment, then darted to the fresh kill pile and picked up a piece each before sprinting to the Elder's Den. Jaguarstripe's dark brown eyes watched them as they exited the den, whispering to each other before seeing her, then quickening their pace toward the Apprentice's Den.

The deputy flicked her ear, then padded quietly back to her brothers. "We should get going." With that, Jaguarstripe started out of camp, swooshing her tail in goodbye to Snakestrike.

[Scorchstar]

Looking to the sky Lynxtail surpressed a sigh, already the sun was beginning to lower from its previous Sunhigh position. There were still a few more hours of light left in the day, but none of those he wished to spend 'chatting' with his siblings. Jaguarstripe and Pantherclaw were disappointed in him, even behind their shielded gazes he could tell. For no matter how well you try to hide that type of infomation, to your own flesh and blood it doesn't make a difference. ScarClan or not. Unless of course you were referring to Tigerfrost, in which case there was more than a shielded gaze, he didn't even meet anyone's eyes! Whether that made him a 'coward' as everyone would say to him if he did so was debatable. Tigerfrost wasn't normal, never once had Lynxtail heard a different tone of voice from the tom and he never seemed to get a joke when he heard one. Lynxtail could only bet that inside that unbreakable shell of unemotion Tigerfrost felt the same as his other two siblings.

Tigerfrost gazed at his sister's ears, which with his height was more like him just looking straight forward. "I'd be honored, my deputy." Tigerfrost spoke in his monotone voice, dipping his head to pull off a look of complete sincerity that only he could do properly. Most other warriors would try and stop themselves from laughing out loud at the way he did this, thinking that his sincere words bordered on sarcastic. They didn't and never had. Tigerfrost was incapable of noticing Jaguarstripe's glance to the nursery not just because he wasn't looking into her eyes. He could feel her attempting to meet his gaze, but he did as he always did without a choice in the matter. She would never truly be able to look directly into his gaze. " Excellent idea, I haven't been hunting since that small one I did before the Dawn Patrol." Flicking his tail Tigerfrost awaited for his sister to lead them out into the territory, but it seemed something else had her attention at the moment.

Little did the siblings know, but someone was watching and listening to everything that they did. The scorching gold of its intensity giving the form in the shadows away as Scorchstar himself. His dark tabby pelt did more than hide him at this moment, in made him invisible to the siblings it seemed. His tail flicked occasionally, but his ears and gaze did most of the moving. As the two apprentices rolled into camp with the absolutely ridiculous and loud voices Scorchstar cringed. Such a disappointment in his own camp. He pulled himself up from the dirt, giving himself a few licks before he began to pad forward. Only to stop as he noticed Jaguarstripe moving silently over to sit behind them. Sitting down in a sudden bout of interest, Scorchstar awaited the she-cat's move.

The sturdy gray tom had felt her prescence first and as he turned a disgusting look of knowing filled his gaze, and the brown tom next to him showed the slightest flash of fear. That was unacceptable. Scorchstar wasn't going to intervene though, it was about time he saw what Jaguarstripe was doing as deputy. He listened intently, mesmerized by the commanding tone of Jaguarstripe's voice, it wasn't that he didn't have that same tone it was just the fact that for a she-cat she pulled it off rather well. Listening to the rest of her punishment, he finally stepped out from within his shadowy cover. Padding in his casually rigid way, Scorchstar sat beside Jaguarstripe, watching the apprentices make there way around. "You know if it were me, I'd have given them all tomorrow of battle training on an empty stomach. Not only can that work as a 'punishment', but it would also teach them how difficult it is to fight on an empty stomach as they almost did to someone in the Clan by taking freshkill with nothing to give." Scorchstar's head tilted to watch his deputy through those intent golden eyes of his.

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