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Yay, you've found your team! Reply below to join in. The meeting spot your team was lead to is the training grounds. Kits you've been paired with a warrior to accompany you so you don't get lost or hurt, though you may change partners now. Interact with your team, learn something new about these cats, and find a partner. Prepare yourselves, the next task will be upon you soon!
Aspenmountain looked down at the small kit she was given, wondering how she had managed to get herself roped into escorting Tinykit to the training grounds i the first place. "I know you're short, but can't you walk any faster?" Her voice held no sympathy, in fact it was rather monotone.
Dragonkit was staring at the ground as he walked, he had been paired with Cocoawoods who was nothing more to him than a stranger, he and his siblings had been brought to Winterclan and he had still been unable to make a connection strong enough within this new place to even consider calling it home. He lifted his black and white patched head to look at the soldier, his mouth opening slightly as if he was going to speak, but quickly snapped it shut and returned his eyes to his paws.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 20, 2020 20:02:10 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Cocoawoods had been here her whole life. Another one of Mistyveil's misfits, she chose to stay when the others chose to leave. She would have followed, had Misty not chosen to let her rot in the snow that one chilly night. Now she was back, and better than ever. Light eyes looked down briefly at Dragonkit before returning to the path in front of them. They were almost to the training grounds after all. "Is there something you'd like to say?" She asked, tone not warm or cold. It was simply there.
Lionwhisper sat quietly to himself in the training grounds, his bright amber eyes distant and clouded with conflict. The Knight often kept himself busy with responsibilities or picking up additional hunting patrols in his spare time. With the growing tension between the Regime and Winterclan, the Knight found himself more busier than usual, but the idea of starting a festival to quail tensions and worries within the camp only added to his growing list of concerns. One one hand, a festival was a much needed break from the stresses that had been piling on the Knight's shoulder and it proved to be an effective distraction for his clan mates who grew more apprehensive of their growing prison numbers. As much as he knew there was much work to be done, he also could acknowledge the relief a festival would bring making him one of the supporters of the festival itself. Little did he know, because of this, he would be given the responsibility of leading a team of cats to solve riddles and complete tasks in order to win.
The soft sounds of steps ahead broke through the Knight's deep thoughts and he glanced ahead, his sharp gaze searching through the under-bush as he awaited the arrival of his team. This was going to be a unique project for the Knight, but a small part of him felt somewhat excited. He didn't know how, but Lionwhisper's ambitious pushed him to want to make the best of all of this fun.
Tinykit huffed, looking up at Aspenmountain with a glare in his hazel eyes as he attempted to keep up with the warrior. He was freezing, the crisp wind blowing straight through his fur. He had barely survived the sickness he had been born with, and now, just mere months after, he was trekking through the cold terrain with a cat who probably didn't even care if he fell behind. "I'm trying," he sighed.
Mintleaf walked a little apart from the group, her bright green eyes watching each of its members in turn. It felt weird to be part of such a large group when she was usually alone.
Dragonkit thought for a moment, seemingly ignoring the she-cat as he contemplated answering her question. His eyes lifted to meet hers once again and for a moment more he remained silent before opening his mouth. "What's so great about Winterclan?" He still had his doubts about being here, not that he really had a choice considering he was too young to venture out on his own, that, and his siblings were here.
lost Aspenmountain grunted and slowed her pace so that she was beside Tinykit, not sorry for her words but slightly understanding. The kit was small and if she recalled correctly his health had been less than good. "This will make you stronger, you shouldn't complain so much." She wasnt about to go easy on the kit, he needed to learn.
Frigidpaw walked behind the kits and their escorts. Eyes rolling over other word, the tom could feel the agitation creeping into his fur. He so did not wanna do anything with regards to the festival. The mere idea made him frustrated and angry. Could people understand that he just wanted to stay in his nest? The idea of living caused him pain and made him feel even more drained than before. It’d taken Polarblast coming in and forcing him out of his best to get him to move at all. The other tom hadn’t been nice or patient about waking the student. No, Polarblast had just shoved him out of bed and said get going.
Frigidpaw looked towards the warrior who’d dragged him out of bed. The older tom had his head high and seemed pleased that he’d accomplished the task he’d been given. To wake the reluctant student.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 30, 2020 17:29:37 GMT -5
Cocoawoods wasn't quite expecting that question. Sure, she had grown up here. But she had lots of family here, and a deep refusal to move to Sunclan with her mother. Though as the moons had ticked away, some parts of her wondered why she was really staying here. Was it truly just to spite Mistyrose? As if she cared for her speaking daughter one way or the other. The thought made the brown ears of her's flatten against her head. "I suppose it's biggest pro is that we're alone up here on this mountain. It's freeing, yet lonely. That's why we stick so close. It's gonna depend on how you view it."
