toward the frozen path (c) (mint)

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NETTLEPAW Hear me once more, and show me your smile. This time, for sure, I’ll see the truth hidden inside your tears. But I know you're gone. So I will go on, howling and HOLLOW. TAG Minteh Freshness WORDS 525 count NOTES  you can add in bracken whenever <3 i'll post with flicker prob later or tuesday. <3

Though the cold of winter was gone and the spring sun was beating down, keeping the forest at an even seventy-five degrees, Nettlepaw felt a chill in the air. He knew what it meant, had gotten up and made his way through the hole he always took when he didn't want anyone to follow him. Knew that the white cat with stars in his fur would be at the end of the bitter cold. This cat would ask him to follow, without so much as a word as to what or why he was meant to do this. He didn't dare be disrespectful to a StarClan cat, they were dead after all. And just when he thought he might find all the answers, might actually have a chance of learning about this tomcat ... Something or someone would interrupt them and the StarClan cat would vanish. This wouldn't be so stressful to him had the StarClan cat actually said something to him. Like ... his Clan, or his position in said Clan, or even his name. Any of those three and he would be able to get somewhere with his constant pondering thoughts, thoughts that kept him awake at night almost as much as his thoughts for Stumblepaw did. Simply because - of all the cats in the forest that this one could have chosen - why did he choose Nettlepaw? Why him? Why not Foxpaw, or Goldenpaw, or Cloverpaw? Why him? He was no one special, no one of great importance. Just a child from a complicated family who tried to keep things running as smoothly as he could. But other than that? He had been so lost in his constant state of questioning that he hadn't noticed he'd been led to the ThunderPath a second time. The first, he'd been so hypnotized by the StarClan cat that he'd walked out into the ThunderPath without thought. If Sablepaw had not been there to stop him, he would have been killed instantly. This time he was aware of his surroundings, taking his eyes from the starry feline and displayed patience in waiting for the perfect time to cross into ShadowClan territory. And was he worried about that? No. Crossing into Clan territory was something he'd been breaking the rules of since he was a kit, believing that borders were unnatural to a point. He'd been quick, the other cat taking no rest in continuing the path the moment Nettlepaw hit the scent markers. A mixture of pine, mud, and marsh mixed together and invaded his senses, the same scent that he'd experienced on the tom before him. The farther in they got, the more the pines began to thicken and he had begun to lose his sense of direction. There was a sort of haze over the pine floor and when he turned to look behind him for the snapping noise that sounded, the StarClan tom had disappeared. This was no surprise. He slouched, narrowing his amber eyes at the place the feline had last been. If he was going to abandon Nettlepaw on ShadowClan territory, he could have at least done so somewhere other than the pine tree maze ...

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FLICKERPAW Hear me once more, and show me your smile. This time, for sure, I’ll see the truth hidden inside your tears. But I know you're gone. So I will go on, howling and HOLLOW. TAG Minteh Freshness WORDS 298 count NOTES not me posting some odd months later xDD

He hated spring and spring hate him. The weather was terribly difficult to endure when you had medium-length fur, speckled with bits of black. All it did was draw in the sun and trap in all the heat. So when Brackenshade mentioned potentially training for the day, he had hoped that it would be somewhere nice and cool. Not dry and suffocating.  He'd been hunting all morning, having caught three squirrels (one that was particularly plump), a magpie, and two frogs before deciding to change up his pace and head towards the Thunderpath in search of other food. That was when he scented the oak trees of ThunderClan suddenly, his head whipping in the direction that the scent had come from. He eyes the distance warily, sniffing again just to be sure. He was downwind, facing toward his own clan's territory. "Brackenshade." He called quietly for his mentor, his eyes not leaving the distance where the smell came from. "I don't think it's a patrol, smells like it could be one, maybe two cats." He knew that they would have to follow the scent to where it led, Brackenshade would never pass up another clan cat in their territory, and Flickerpaw knew that he would be forced to prove that he wasn't flippant when it came to intruders. Without a word, he waited till Brackenshade came to his side before tracking the scent of the ThunderClanner. The scent was fairly new, with a hint of ShadowClan mingled in, most likely because of their own scents.  It didn't take the tom long to find a stronger trail, eventually coming to a stop when he saw the brown tabby tom, who appeared as though he was lost in the pines. Flickerpaw was not surprised, it was easy to get lost in this part of the territory.

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[Minteh Freshness]

Brackenshade
Flickerpaw was doing well, he had to admit. The tom was good at hunting and battle training and so far still hadn’t shown Brackenshade any reason to doubt him, despite his family tree. Brackenshade was impressed with what his apprentice had caught so far, and he was thankful the prey seemed to have replenished themselves since the virus. Today he had let the young bi-colored tom take the lead, to see what he would do and how he would act. The younger feline was at the age of becoming a warrior, but the deputy wasn’t about to let him become a warrior if he wasn’t ready.

Brackenshade followed along with the young tom a little ways away, not wanting either of them to interrupt one another’s hunt, but they did need to be near one another while on the same patrol. He was stalking a lizard when he heard Flickerpaw’s voice calling to him. He was about to ignore the tom just long enough to catch his prey, but then the scent of Thunderclan hit his nose too. The mahogany tom whipped his head to the side and glared in the direction the scent was coming in, a silent snarl lifting his lips. He nodded to his apprentice as he padded up to him, letting him take the lead.

They came across a young brown tabby tom who reeked of Thunderclan. Brackenshade curled his lip at the smell. The Thunderclanner looked to be the age of a new warrior or an older apprentice and it appeared no one else was around, not that he could see or smell. The deputy flicked his ear to the right before he quietly slunk to the left, signaling for them to circle the tom until they were on either side of him.

”My, my, my, what do we have here? A lost little Thunderclan spy?” The large brown tabby tom growled, stepping out from behind a pine tree, his fiery aquamarine gaze glaring at the trespasser.

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