Relax. Chill. (Open)

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Patchclaw bounded from the warriors den, but smoothed into a soft complexion as she licked her chest fur and dragged her eyes around the clearing lazily. She padded slowly to the tree stump which lay in front of her and sniffed it a couple of times before rubbing her cheek softly against it and sitting down next to it, watching cats flow smoothly by as she called out the cats for the dawn patrol, and the hunting party, she swallowed back a yowl and instead spoke up, expanding her voice to a high pitch, " The dawn patrol will include,"

Patchclaw listed off the names majestically and quickly, automatically as they popped into her brain, " And the hunting party will be," And listed the names off as well. When she finished she gazed slowly across the open clearing, filled with the same green and brown grasses of leaf-fall as a strong gust of wind buffeted against her fur and forced her to lift her arm up to lick it ferociously. Patchclaw wondered where the leader was and scrunched up her face. She looked around. "Stonepaw!" She called with great hurry, the dawn was about to crack over the trees in the distance and they were already late to their training session as it is. She kneaded the ground as a glimmer of sunlight floated down to where she was sitting next to the tree stump, where Patchclaw she'd hoped to be sitting upon, one day.

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The camp had grown cold as of late, much due to the brisk winds of winter tearing across the moor. The Clan had been plagued since autumn with a distressing sickness, and StarClan had not allowed the pain to lift. Now that it was Leafbare, Stonepaw constantly worried if the infected members should ever recover. The apprentice himself appeared disheveled, his fur slightly matted (in the places where it had not gone bald, of course), and his face looked almost pitiful. Despite being of warrior-age, the apprentice looked more like a kit now than ever. His deep blue eyes flashed, slightly soulless, as he made his rounds out of camp. Patchclaw had mentored him for a long time now, as he expected to receive his warrior name soon, and Stone knew it was urgent for him to attend the last training sessions despite his physical ailments. The scrawny, silver tabbied tomcat made his way out into the clearing after hearing Patchclaw's announcements to those left in the heart of camp. As she finished, Stonepaw gave a quick dip of his head in respect at the deputy, his mentor. He offered her a smile, though it appeared rather forced, as he bounded up near to her. "Hello, Patchclaw," the tomcat's voice rang out. Many moons had passed - his voice had now grow deeper, more robust than the meow from his childhood. In fact, Stonepaw had grown overall in the past months. Despite his physical condition, he was now about the same size as the deputy in height and length (no longer the tumbling apprentice of late). He gave a swift look around the deserting camp before turning his attention back to Patchclaw.

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Patchclaw looked at the apprentice and gave him a quick lick to the head to him, " Hi Stonepaw, you ready for today's lesson?" She asked and turned her ear to him for a response. She collected herself and headed Stonepaw towards the empty plains that rose and dipped in the vast territory that was Windclans. She hurried outside to be greeted by the shiver of wind the climbed down her spine and she shivered once. Turning to Stonepaw, she added, " How about." She said quietly, not wanting to scare off any prey in the area, gazed upon Stonepaw with soft eyes and continued, looking forward slightly, her ears turning this way and that, " Why don't I show you some fighting techniques on the moor today." She flexed her claws in and out of her soft paw and hurried on past some tall bushes. that surrounded the area.

Patchclaw kicked up some rubble as she stopped in the long stretch of grasses that wavered quietly in the whistling wind. She stopped and bent low to sniff the ground, finding nothing but the familiar scent as she rose her head to the scent of anything but the scraps of snow trying to last in the heat of the day, Patchclaw wondered what dozing on the sunrock in Riverclan territory would be like. Would the rock be warm or cold, smooth maybe. She shook her head and turned to her apprentice, her gaze falling steadily as she sat down, " What is the first thing you would do if a cat had come from the front and attack you there, would you..." She nodded her head and got up to give him an example to test it once the question was answered. Her heart rate increased and the blood rushed to her ears, her apprentice was growing into a fine cat, and this would be interesting.

She circled him, putting one paw next to the other, stepping lightly and making room for her next move. This would definitly be interesting, maybe they could catch some fresh kill for the clan, and Starclan knows it, a disease has gripped and they need all the food they can get this leaf-fall.