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"Keeping an eye on them? Smart." The weather tonight was just right to put Dancingdragon in a pleasant mood, the Trusted exiting her den and shaking her pelt loosely, the chill snaking along her shoulders but not enough for her to retreat back inside. She eyeballed the apprentices in question-- Raggedpaw among them, one of the clan's infamous troublemakers-- but as they weren't doing anything suspicious at the moment, she let her attention drift along the rest of the camp. Jetstar was still pocketed away in her den, recuperating from an illness, while Goldengriffon had most of the clan's kits rounded up for a lesson that was quickly devolving into chaos. "They're cute little headaches for sure, but SpringClan hasn't been known for having...typical apprentices the last few moons," she remarked, an echo of humor resonating in her voice.
"Eager is an understatement." Dancingdragon snorted at the comment, her mind wandering to the apprentices in question. "I'm not sure if you've seen them on action yet, but we have a Trouble Trio as Jetstar likes to call them. They like to start clan mutinies in their spare time, but there's something to be said for their creativity, I suppose." With the recent news of her own pregnancy, she could only hope her upcoming litter was just as troublesome as the current roster of youths, if only because she liked to make Jetstar's life that much more thrilling.
Curling her tail over her paws, she glanced at Cypressfeather, her imperial jade gaze curious. "We haven't spoken much before this, have we? That's probably my fault; I've been preoccupied lately. How have you been?"
She stretched herself out and leaned onto her side, watching as the mellow blue of the sky began to gradually darken, slits of gold and lavender beginning to twine through it. "I'm sure they will be one day. I certainly was not the easiest apprentice myself when I was that age." The memory was fleeting, shaping itself into a smile on her maw, but a light hearted yawn fractured the expression.
Dancingdragon rose back into a sitting position, restlessness making her fidget, and nodded along as she listened to Cypressfeather's response. "You've been putting in some good work around here. I've seen you're contributions to the fresh-kill pile," she acknowledged, but she was quick to continue, glossing over the praise. Her tail swept close to her belly, a tender glow resonating there as she thought of the little lives she was presently responsible for. "Not too soon, thankfully. I have a moon or two to go. Their father doesn't know yet." Some might think it unorthodox of her to withhold the information from her mate, but Dancingdragon seemed amused more than anything, attention drifting to her mate. He'd find out soon enough; she was just waiting for the perfect moment. "Maybe you'll find yourself a mentor to one of them...if you think you could handle that," she laughed, and delivered the remark with a wink.
"Toms are very oblivious, fathers especially," chimed the ivory feline, laughing. Goldengriffon might have been one of the smartest cats she'd ever met, but when it boiled down to it, he often overlooked the most obvious things. "Hopefully they take after me in that regard."
Still finding herself unable to sit still, Dancingdragon rose to her paws and glanced around the camp for any signs of an outgoing patrol. Seeing none, she then turned back to Cypressfeather and asked, "Mikd tagging along on am impromptu patrol? We can have Raggedpaw tag along so you get a taste of what mentoring is like." Nothing could go wrong...right? The apprentice couldn't be that much of a pawful on her own.
"... and I'll put my paw in your a--aahhh, Cypressfeather!" Raggedpaw jolted upright and clamped her jaw shut on the insult she was delivering to the other apprentice, who blew a raspberry when she turned away and slunk off. The tabby trotted across to where the older she-cats were stretching and preparing to leave, whiskers twitching with interest. "Whatcha need from me?" Did they find her hoard? She glanced furtively around the camp.
"You're going to accompany Cypressfeather and I on a patrol this evening. We'll see what you've learned recently," Dancingdragon told her, silencing the protest that was beginning to spout from the younger cat, then motioned for her to follow them as they led the way from camp.
"Oh! Do you mind if I join you?" Softpelt meowed hurrying over to join the growing patrol. The fluffy white she cat had been taking a nap unused to warrior duties after so long being Fawnheart's fellow medicine cat. "I could use a chance to stretch my legs, and see how Raggedpaw is doing." She added with a purr looking towards the apprentice.
