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How in StarClan's name did she get stuck with mentoring not only one, but two of her brother's kits?
Of course, it was Diamondstar's doing; the sneaky, slimy she-cat! She was leading the fighting class alongside Diamondstar, thankfully, but she couldn't help but to feel agitated with the Sovereign this morning.
Blizzardglow had instructed the students to meet at the twin boulders that marked the opening of the inner ring. To the left of it laid the elders' den, to the right the medicine cat's den. Beyond it was the students' den, where they would be emerging from any time now, and right in the middle was Diamondstar's den, where Blizzardglow had yet to see her Sovereign leave.
Blizzardglow sighed as she leaned half of her weight against one of the boulders. This was going to be a long day, she could already tell.
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Snowpaw had woken up before all the others, and quietly, she nudged the sleeping form of her brother, Melodypaw, who was laying right next to her. "Psst," She meowed, "wake up! I don't wanna face our aunt alone. Not on the first day!"
Diamondstar padded slowly out of her den, her Marquess following behind before dispersing to their own duties. With her plans of expansion, there was so much to be done and discussed, but yet she still must make the time to train. The past moon had been a stressful one, especially for Blizzardglow, and her hope was putting her with her niece and nephew would somehow lift her spirits. The kits did nothing wrong by being born and made the right choice of staying in their home. Their true home, despite whatever their father tried to convince them of. She put a feathered black tail on her Crowned. "Don't stress about it, okay? Everything's going to be alright. This will be good." She tried to reassure the younger molly.
THe orange tom groaned, pulling the moss up over his head "Our aunt can forget it. I want nothing to do with her" he replied grumpily. Every time he looked at her, he just saw their father Roaringsun who had decided to leave them. after a few moments of thought he emerged with a sigh "but I will go for you"
Melodypaw reluctantly rose to his paws. He had made a promise when Snowpaw had decided to stay with him, that he would care for her. That he wouldn't leave her alone. Unfortunatly that included situations like this.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jun 28, 2019 13:34:06 GMT -5
Alpinepaw was the next to wake up, his ears perked and alert and eyes shining. He followed after Melodypaw and Snowpawi, a purr rumbling in his chest. He was so excited to learn how to fight from the deputy and leader. They would learn a ton, so he had to be sharp and awake.
Melodypaw drug his paws, not in a hurry to get to their destination. They last thing he wanted was to face his aunt and Diamondstar at the same time. His ear flickered back to were he could hear pawsteps following them. At least this was a group training,and he didn't have to be alone with them.
Waking up not long after the others, Woodpaw stretches his way out of his nest and padded sleepily out to meet the rest. Catching up to the others, he bounced on his paws, excitement prickling under his pelt. “Oh boy! I can’t wait! This is going to be amazing!” He purred. “I wonder if I’ll be good enough.” A seedling if self doubt planted itself in his stomach, forming a small know of anxiety.
