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Post by BEARHEART on Sept 8, 2013 20:19:32 GMT -5
"It's not right standing in my spotlight;
You can just lay in my shadow if it burns too bright.
Don't trip following in my footsteps; you'll be up to your neck in regrets." Bearheart 37 Moons · Male · Swamp · Deputy ∙ Hetero ∙ Full Image- Pelt: As for coloration, Bearheart is a mostly white tom with large dark brown tabby patches of fur. Lighter auburn hues highlight these tabby patches, creating a nicely toned forest shade and giving Bear his name. His pelt length is described as being between medium and long, and is thick and soft and texture. He likes to keep it well groomed and neat at all times, though he isn't panicked if it isn't perfect; he merely liked to look presentable.
- Eyes: Bear's eyes are intelligent and bright; there is a certain ambitious gleam always present within them, and he always seems to be smiling because of the ways his eyes shine. In color, they are a dark olive green, with lighter foresty shades crystallized within.
- Build: Bearheart was not only named for his coloration, but also his size. He is a large, broad, and well muscled to say the least. Starting at the bottom and working our way up, Bear's paws are massive. Although he athletically inclined, it is clear that he was not built for speed; in fact, he is more brutish than flexible, and designed to overpower and clobber rather than twist and leap. His hind legs are clearly defined and thick, giving him a massive boost when it comes to pushing off the ground, and makes up for his weight. His front legs are long and give him height and the ability to pull himself forwards and upwards. His torso, mostly in the chest region, is broad and thick. His shoulders give him a powerful knocking force, and are flat and shielded on the sides. His body is over all lean and wiry, ending in a stubbed tail. Bear's facial build is well defined and wide, with large ears and a wide muzzle. Overall, Bearheart is massive, powerful tom with great athletic inclination and handsome features.
- Other: A solitary scar runs over the bridge of his nose, and a series of long claw marks mark his pelt, most noticeable on his right shoulder and torn left ear.
- Brief Description: Massive, scarred dark brown and white tom with olive green eyes.
appearance - General:
Ambitious.
Bearheart wants to be the best; he needs to be the best. Not himself in particular, but the socialization that surrounds him. He works his clan like dogs, and has a noticeable tendency to favor those who are strong willed, even if they aren't the greatest when it comes to physical skill. He'd prefer a clan of those who want to be the best than a clan of the best who are bored with their status and became overconfident. He tears down the arrogant cats, even though he is one himself, and works hard to make SwampClan the best it will ever be. He is also a stickler for tradition, and desires to prevent straying from the warrior code. He wants his Clanmates to feel a sense of patriotism, and will personally grill any cat who's negativity is notable.
Loyal.
This tom is extremely close to his leader, and works hard to keep them satisfied. He wants all the work put onto his own shoulders, and would do anything his leader asked of him, no matter how dangerous or idiotic. Bear also likes to give advice when it comes to important decisions, though he would never disagree with his leader, and wants nothing more than for his clan to be happy and loyal. When authority is challenged, or a clanmate is disrespected, Bearheart works hard to get to the bottom of the situation and fix it before it evolves into something greater.
Over confident.
Bearheart likes to trust himself, no matter what. He never second guesses his own opinion, and can get himself into some sticky situations because of his refusal to back down from the limelight and admit defeat. He doesn't know when to give up, and would keep on pressing forward even if he was the ony one left standing. Bearheart takes a great pride in his clan, and would defend them at all costs.
Intelligent.
Devising battle and hunting strategies bring great pleasure to this tom, and he would never hesitate to share his ideas with anyone who would listen. He absolutely loves praise, and feels he deserves it too. Bearheart sees himself as an intellectual genius, and takes great responsibility and pride in thinking up ways to improve clan life and strength.
Fatherly & Compassionate.
Bearheart is quite the charmer, or so he likes to believe *he actually is though*. His only problem is that he can't find the right girl for himself. He wants someone strong minded, and beautiful, and... It's hard to explain. He just has this image in his mind, and he can't seem to find who he's looking for. On a seperate note, Bearheart's great with kids. He absolutely adores them, and isn't afraid to let everyone know it. He's a big papa bear, and he's had tons of practice with all his younger siblings. He likes to give praise where praise is necessary, and although his first priority is making his clan the best, he only does it so that they can be happy.
Aggressive & Protective.
Ever heard the saying that everything can be solved with violence or intimidation? No? Oh. Well, that's how Bearheart thinks. He never thinks about the consequences of his actions, and is praised as a highly skilled warrior, who is also very compulsive and idiotic at times, because of it. He isn't scared to fight his enemies no matter where he is, though only a number of things could provoke him to act on such a whim. Most of his rougher soars are dealt to members of opposite clans, but he's not afraid to rough up a clanmate if needed.
Organized/Neat
Bear loves everything to be nice, and neat, and organized to a certain point. He doesn't get disgruntled if something is not perfect; rather, he likes everything to make sense to himself, and be presentable to others. He seems to have lists and bullets and tabs and folders all stored within his mind, and has no trouble remembering certain things when he needs to. He has found this extremely handy as a deputy, as he must chose certain warriors and apprentices that are compatible with one another for patrols and mentor/apprenticeship in order to keep things running smoothly. It just comes naturally to him, which is why he likes it.
Conceited.
Bearheart loves himself. End of story.
No but seriously, he thinks he's really close to perfect. He's sexy and he knows it, and he's intelligent, and he's brave, and strong, and glorious... Sure, he has some things he could work on. But his father raised him right, and there's no one in the world that could compete with him; not that he puts everyone else down because of it- in fact, he likes to praise others just as much as he likes to praise himself. He just does a little more scolding around the edges when it comes to others, though.
Unrelentless.
It's his way or the highway, and if you choose the highway he'll hunt you down and make you agree with him anyway. He has a certain drive that comes with his love of authority and fatherly presence that won't let him give up until the job is done, and he'd rather get killed than let the enemy win when there's still a chance. He likes to think that his ideas are beautiful and great, and that everyone should listen to them, and that if you just tell others your thoughts so many times, they're bound to agree someday. He'll argue all day and all night to prove his point, and if he can't make you see things straight, then you've got yourself some extra work to do. Have fun. - Things Bear Enjoys
- Those who work without complaint
- Organization
- Himself
- Having a strong clan
- Winning
- Devising battle strategies
- Things Bear Hates
- Being thought of as weak
- Slackers, complainers, and weaklings
- When his leader's or his own authority/loyalty is challenged
- Chaotic order
- Losing
- Being idle
- Bear's Habits
- He has a tendency to overwork himself and others
- He favors strong willed and athletic warriors/apprentices
- He can be a little over zealous at times, and will rush into conflict without a second thought
- Bear's Positive Traits
- Passionate
- Intelligent
- Loyal
- Ambitious
- Charasmatic
- Organized/Neat
- Strong (in a mental sense)
- Caring
- Bear's Negative Traits
- Arrogant
- Prideful
- Conceited
- Overthinker
- Unrelenting
- Overly confident
- Never content
- Aggressive
- Your Own Section
- Bear excels in physical activity, like battle and hunting.
- He is not fond of Twolegs monsters or thunderpaths , but would not admit to weakness, and would without hesitation face his fears.
- Bearheart is known for making the clan work extremely hard. He has a desire to be the best.
personality - History:
Tigerpaw; Tigerpaw, son of Batclaw and Lantanafrost, brother to Floaterpaw and Cowpaw. He was massive, a shaggy furred brown tabby with orange eyes. He was the trouble maker tom who couldn't wait to prove his worth; a natural leader, with impeccable fighting skills and a nose for excitement.
Duskpaw; Duskpaw, only daughter of Foxfur and Beaverface. She was a young, small and slender calico with beautiful green eyes. She was the clan goody two-shoes, never really good at anything athletic, but extremely kind and gorgeous.
-2 moon; Tigerpaw and Duskpaw, once acquainted, could not be separated. They were the best of friends, completely in love from the start. They did everything together, including training, adventuring, and getting in multitudes of trouble. Everyone knew it was inevitable that they would become mates; there was no way to miss the love in their eyes.
-1 moons; At the age of 12 moons, Duskpaw was hit by a monster on the Thunderpath. Luckily, it was only able to skirt her hind legs, crushing her spine and paws in the region. Since she was trying to cross the path to get to Tigerpaw, the larger tom was able to get her back to camp, unconscious, within mere moments to save her life. Coyotestep predicted that the molly wouldn't be able to live longer, but miraculously, Dskpaw survived. She was unable to walk, however, merely able to drag herself around with her front paws with much pain in her lower back. She was placed in the Elder's Den by Aristar, but Tigerpaw; Tigerfang by this time; was able to convince everyone to try and see if Duskpaw could still produce kits. Turns out she could, even though everyone was quite doubtful, and Aristar repositioned her as a permanent queen with the warrior name of Duskflower.
0 moons; Finally, there came the deciding moment. The kits were born, luckily in great health. There was a large tom, with fluffy fur and a bobbed tail, which the couple named Bearkit. The second was a slender calico femme, who was named Tawnykit. The kits, even at their young age, were energetic and strong. They began walking around two weeks, and were always eager to explore, though Tigerfang's cautious persona didn't allow them to travel too far out of sight.
1-5 moons; Tigerfang's favorite part about having his two playful, energetic furballs was that he was able to take them out and train, in a way. Bearkit and Tawnykit loved to overcome obstacles and challenges, and Tigerfang realized his kits' potentials before they even became five moons. The two siblings absolutely loved to help their mother complete her daily exercises, encouraging her along and making her life worth while. She had never been happier, and Tigerfang had never been more proud. Also at this time, Bearkit began to get louder, and more controlling; he was a natural leader, and Tawnykit was happy to stay quiet and follow her brother wherever he went.
6-12 moons; Soon the kits had grown into health, strong apprentices at the ripe age of six moons. They were given mentors, Bearpaw receiving a lethargic tom named Kitejaw, and Tawnypaw given a cold molly named Cassiafrost. Neither were too pleased with their teachers, though Bear announced his distaste while Tawny learned to stay quiet and in the shadows. Because of this, Tigerfang began to work with his son, drilling him into the ground and making him work his way back up through days of intense training. Bearpaw showed a great amount of skill, as did Tawnypaw, though Bear (once again) boasted about his athletic ability while Tawnypaw was given silent appreciation from her hidden stance. The two were deemed beautiful as they grew, their bodies becoming lean and muscular, and it was clear the potential was just waiting to be unleashed.
13-15 moons; Just like everyone assumed they would, the two siblings passed the Mangrove Maze with flying colors. Shortly after, their ceremonies were held. Bearpaw was named Bearheart, for his courageous, confident, over zealous personality, and Tawnypaw named Tawnystream, for her beautiful complextion, highlighted skills, and love of the water. Upon hearing his name chanted by his clan members, Bearheart began to think he could prove himself to be so,etching more useful than just a warrior. With this thought in mind, he began to brag around camp, saying he would be leader someday. A fiery femme, named Barbstorm, who also hoped to be a leader someday, thought he was entirely too immature for the cocky way he held himself. She told him as such. He was infuriated that she didn't think he was great, and decided to prove that he could beat her any day, despite the fact that she was slightly older. They fought in the middle of camp, and though it was broken up quickly by Aristar, each of the warriors found themselves with new battle scars to show off. Barb had three singular claws marks running down her lip through to her neck, and Bear escaped with a slice across the bridge of his nose. Bearheart was entirely satisfied with the spar, claiming he won. Unfortunately for Bear, Barbstorm had a much more experienced mate, who was not too happy with the other tom's performance. He was a scarred, ugly brute by the name of Spidereye, due to one eye being completely torn out of its socket. He charged Tawnystream a few weeks after the battle, without warning, and it was all she could do to defend herself. Fortunately Bearheart was able to intervene, and left a massive gash across the repulsive tom's forehead, leaving him half blind in his good eye due to the blood that drained into it. From this battle, which happened to be his worst, Bearheart gained four rippling scars down his right shoulder. Tawnystream was ok, though she was is shock and had a few pretty good gashes here and there. It was figured that Spidereye had tried to get even with Bearheart, by scarring his "woman". The thought of his family being hurt in any sense because of himself frightened Bear greatly, and he keeps a close eye on them to this day.
16-22 moons; With a shortage of warrior's, Bearheart was given his first apprentice at the measly age of sixteen moons. Not that he was complaining, of course! The apprentice he was paired with was a lean tom by the name of Geckopaw. Geckopaw had a careless, cold personality; he was extremly passive, and really didn't care about anything at all. This angered Bearheart a little, as he had expected his first experience as a mentor to be with someone who loved to work, and would try hard to please him. As it would turn out, because Bearheart wanted it this way, he drilled Geckopaw until the poor tabby worked little a dog without complaint. The two became close, and Geckopaw passed every test SwampClan threw at him with flying colors, courtesy of Bear's relentless training. He shaped Gecko to be someone who tried their best, and eventually the younger tabby found his heart in soul in battle training, in which he excelled. When Geckopaw became Geckofang, Bearheart couldn't hide the pride in his eyes. This experience only made Bear realize even more that he needed to be something, and that he could do anything his set his mind to. He was a natural leader, and he wanted to prove it.
23-25 moons; With his desires clear to himself, Bearheart put forth more effort than ever before into following his dreams. He knew someday he wanted to be the leader of his clan, and he needed to step up his game if that were ever going to happen. He forced his way into numerous duties, waking up early to leave with the dawn patrol even if he wasn't a part of it, braving the sunhigh heat to go hunting in the afternoons, and even staying up late for the nightly border patrols. He took on apprentice's jobs, like cleaning out the elder's den and even patching certain holes in the camp's briar fortress. Now that his apprentice had passed the Mangrove Maze, Bearheart had more time on his hands than he knew what to do with, and he did not want to waste it being idle. It was this factor in his personality that inspired him, foolishly, to try and press other warriors into working hard like himself. He got into a series of minor scuffles, and his third major sparring event took pace within these moons of his life. During this fight with Snakeclaw, he shredded the other tom's face, and got his own right ear ripped. The two found themselves in serious trouble at the end, and had to be patched up by Coyotestep. Bearheart continued to work hard, though he left Snakeclaw alone for the sake of Aristar.
26 moons; What a happy time for Tigerfang and Duskflower! Finally, their second litter was born. It contained the oldest, a dilute calico molly by the name of Morningkit, and two large toms, a grey and white fellow named Pebblekit (who's name was rather ironic to his size), and a black tom-kit by the name of Blackpaw. Bearheart took a cut-back on his warrior duties, knowing that family came first, and helped his parents raise the younger kits. Tawnystream loved them just as well, and took a particular liking to the small femme.
27 moons; At Bearheart's 27th moon, tragedy struck the clan. Aristar, the brave and courageous leader that he was, was killed by an alligator. The whole clan was left in shock and remorse, and the absence of this great leader was felt desperately. {blank} was promoted up to leader, and chose none other than this fluffy young tom to be deputy. Bearheart was deeply honored, and felt pride like he had never felt it before. To hear his name chanted by the clan, and to see the love and hubris in his father's eyes... It's a memory Bear holds very dear to his heart.
28-30 moons; Bearheart was not surprised at being named deputy; after all, it is what he worked so hard for. Unfortunately, he was struggling to help Tigerfang and Duskflower raise his three younger siblings, who were all playful and energetic, but had their own personalities. Morningkit in particular was a breeze; she absolutely loved Tawnystream and the two would often go out to play together. Black-kit was shy, though large and intimidating, and preferred to follow around Pebblekit; the sole trouble maker of the group. Pebblekit was loud, and cocky, and thought he could do everything. He even tried to crawl through the Mangrove Maze to prove he was better than some arrogant apprentice, and had Black-kit not reported timidly back to Bearheart, the younger grey tom would have starved to death. Needless to say, Bearheart had his hands full. Tigerfang started to come down with a fever, and coughing arose; though he was sick, he was determined to continue warrior duties, but was smart in the way that he would not go around his kits in case of the illness being contageous. This left Bearheart at the head of the family for the time being, and he struggled with his duties as a warrior, deputy, and older brother.
31 moons; Well, it wasn't like Tigerfang and Duskflower thought they were done having kits, but they hadn't expected a litter so close to their last one. Because of Duskflower's depleted nutrients and lack of bodily rotundity, this last littler contained only one small, sickly tom. He was mostly white, but had a few brown flecks scattered haphazardly around his pelt, and henceforth earned the name Fleck-kit. Besides the fact that he was not expected, Tigerfang and Duskflower loved him all the same, and worked hard to keep him alive and well. He spent his first few weeks in the medicine cat den, and would remain to stay in the den, though he was active for his size and sickliness. Around this time, Tigerfang came down with a terrible cough, and his chest began to pain him terribly. He drew a high fever, and mucus ran out of his nose constantly. However, he refused to go anywhere near the medicine cat's den, mostly because he didn't want to pass his illness, later prescribed as Malaria, on to Fleck-kit who would have no chance of surviving it. The disease took his life within the first two moons of his symptoms.
32 moons; Tigerfang's death took a toll on his family. Bearheart withdrew from his duties for a while, trying to comfort his family, especially Duskflower. She seemed rather lost, in her own world, and she was struggling to care for Fleck-kit. Morningpkit was a pure angel at the time, playing mother hen and keeping everybody's spirits alive and happy despite their loss. When it came time for the three kit's apprentice ceremonies, Bearheart stepped back up to the plate and chose mentors he thought would suit them well. He watched with a great pride as his younger siblings were named Morningpaw, Pebblepaw, and Blackpaw, and he knew Tigerfang was watching with the same emotion as himself from somewhere in the heavens. Things seemed to be picking up for the family, and though Tigerfang was missed, his presence was still felt in their hearts.
33 moons; When Bearheart came to the age of 33 moons, tragedy struck the family once again. Pebblepaw had been out adventuring with Blackpaw, and had decided to impress his brother with his tactful skill and grace. In other words, he told Blackpaw that he could cross the Quick Sands without sinking. Blackpaw had told his brother not to try it, but ended up watching, in terrified agony that froze him to the spot and sent him into shock, Pebblepaw sink into the sands whilst yowling for him to get help. Blackpaw placed the death of his brother on himself, and became secluded and refused to speak ever again, though at night he would often wake up screaming for someone to help. This secondary death effected Duskflower as well, sending her spiraling into depression and leaving her a bit crazed in the mind. Morningpaw was of course the most optimistic throughout these hard times in the family, keeping good faith stored into Tawnystream and Bearheart. Fleck-kit was too young to know much of what had happened, though he felt the absence of Duskflower, and was in turn raised more by Morningpaw and Tawnystream, with Bearheart as a father figure. It was Pebblepaw's foolish act that made Bearheart realize the weaknesses growing within his much too prideful clan members.
37 moons; With grief residing slowly in the family, Bearheart also struggled with finding an appropriate mentor for Fleckpaw, but the deed was done in due time. As for himself, Bearheart now has the feminist elite cocky, overbearing, obnoxious, know-it-all lesbian apprentice by the name of Eveningpaw. He fully appreciates her ambition and aggressive nature, though he hopes to harness it and control her enough to the point where she doesn't think he should kneel before her and only be useful for producing offspring. No. That is bad Eveningpaw.
34-37 moons; After Pebblepaw's death, Bearheart began to work harder towards seeing his clan thrive and succeed. He started drilling cats, making optimal decisions, and putting forth his best effort. Not only did he keep the way he was raised in mind, but he also thought on the weaknesses on the clan and want he could improve. He realized the fear of disease, especially in the swamplands, and the terror that looked around the Quick Sands as well. How could a clan depend on something to save them in a time of battle if they were horrified by its presence? Bearheart recognized the need for some major reforms in SwanpCan behavior, asking for things such as group training at the Quick Sands (so that warriors and apprentices alike would be more attuned to its power and capability), and for {medicine cat} to give lessons at the basics of medication; which kinds of herbs were poisonous, simple medications, and how to apply cobwebs. He wants nothing less than the best for SwampClan, and will never be satisfied until the perfect civilization is formed within these briar barriers.
- Family/Relatives
- Tigerfang
- The father of Bearheart, Tawnystream, Morningpaw, Pebblepaw, Blackpaw, and Fleckpaw. A massive brown and white short haired tom with orange eyes. These two were close, and Tigerfang pressured Bearheart to always be confident in himself, but never content with who he was. He constantly put Bearheart down, trying to make his son rise up and try to be even better. He was killed by Malaria at the age of 34 moons, when Bearheart was 20 moons. Deceased.
[li]Duskflower |
[/li] - The mother of Bearheart, Tawnystream, Morningpaw, Pebblepaw, Blackpaw, and Fleckpaw. She is a slender calico with beautiful light green eyes. She was hit by a moster on the thunderpath when she was younger, and lost the ability to do her warrior duties due to injury in her hind legs, though she survived. She became a permanent queen, and spent her life dedicated to raising her kits with love and care. She took the death of Tigerfang extremely hard, and began to stop eating after the death of Pebblepaw. 49 Moons.
[li]Tawnystream[/li] - Bearheart's sister. She was born in Tigerfang and Duskflower's first litter, with Bearheart. She is a muscular, lean calico with light orange eyes. She is very close to Morningpaw, and likes to hang out with Bearheart every now and then. She puts up a cold front, and is great with apprentices. She was saddened by the death of her father and younger brother, but tries not to show it. 37 Moons.
[li]Morningpaw[/li] - Bearheart's sister. She was born in Tigerfang and Duskflower's second litter, with Pebblepaw and Blackpaw. She is a pretty, slender diluted calico molly with orange eyes. She is a mother hen, with a calm and peaceful nature. She's overly friendly, and close to Tawnystream. She was the most encouraging through the deaths of Tigerfang and Pebblepaw. 11 Moons.
[li]Pebblepaw[/li] - Bearheart's brother. He was born into Tigerfang and Duskflower's second litter, with Morningpaw and Blackpaw. He was a large grey and white tom with orange eyes. Pebblepaw was cocky and immature, but he cared a lot for his family and would do anything to protect them. He was really close to Blackpaw and briefly, Fleckpaw, before his death at 7 moons. He was engulfed in the Quick Sands while trying to impress Blackpaw. Deceased.
[li]Blackpaw[/li] - Bearheart's brother. He was born into Tigerfang and Duskflower's second litter, with Morningpaw and Pebblepaw. He is a large black tom with green eyes. He was an outgoing troublemaker, with a bubbly, though shy, persona before Pebblepaw's death. After seeing his closest brother get killed, Blackpaw became introverted and a self inflicted mute. He refuses to get close to anyone. 11 Moons.
[li]Fleckpaw[/li] - Bearheart's youngest brother. He was born to Tigerfang and Duskflower's third and final litter. He is a runtish, small white tom with brown flecks and brown eyes. He has numerous health issues, and is too weak to do anything if much use, but is over eager and is always trying to prove his worth. He loves making friends, and is kind of feminine. He is the only small tom in the Tigerfang family, and is treated like the baby. 6 Moons.
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[/ul][/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits. [/div] "Otterstream, Sireneye, Eveningpaw, Minkpaw, Mousepaw, Speckledheart, Tawnystream, Morningpaw!" Bearheart shouted his list of names into the crisp leaf-fall air, his breath forming crystallized clouds of fog into the open space before his maw. Mornings were cold, especially before the sun came up; this was something Dawn Patrol's members knew well. In fact, this is what the deputy was congregating his fellow clan mates for at this very moment. The warriors would of course awaken with a jolt upon hearing their name penetrate through the soft warmth of their mossy nest and the heavy breathing of the Clanmates around them. Apprentices, however, often needed a small prod or two before their fantastical dreams were cut short. Bearheart had chosen this morning's patrol with the full expectancy of observing the older apprentices; Minkpaw, Mousepaw, and Morningpaw were all eleven moons, close to their warriors' ceremonies. The deputy wanted to see if he thought they stood any chance of passing the test of the Mangrove Maze, and if he did not deem them acceptable, he would have to have a nice chat with both the doomed apprentice and his or her mentor. One moon was enough time to make up for any mishaps in training, and Bearheart had no doubt his warriors could do it if they put in some effort. He was definetely not about to let some apprentice in his clan be known as a weak link or a failure.
The warriors, of which he had gathered four plus himself, were only to follow with caution, the apprentices being pre-tested. Otterstream would be watching Mousepaw, Speckledheart watching Minkpaw, Tawnystream Morningpaw, and Eveningpaw himself. He did not trust his own apprentice well enough yet to let her roam haphazardly by herself; she was slightly crazy, with all her feminist elitist garbage. This is why he had brought along Sireneye; he did not want her observed, merely kept up with. Bearheart himself had planned to spontaneously jump from pair to pair, hoping to obtain the information he required from today's journey.
Soon, he stood face to face with four groggy warriors, and three semi-alert apprentices. He knew without a doubt the only one missing would be Eveningpaw. Turning to his youngest sister, Bearheart spoke quietly and quickly. "Morningpaw. Run back to the den and fetch Eveningpaw, would you? I believe she needs some encouragement to get her butt on patrol duty." The dilute calico gave a cheery nod, orange eyes gleaming as she spun on her heels to retrieve the younger apprentice. Bearheart only had to wait a moment before she came bounding back out of the apprentice's den, a grouchy looking Eveingpaw in tow. "So glad you could make it!" Bearheart chimed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. The brown molly waved him off with a dismissive flick of her ear, letting the older tom know she wasn't fully awake yet.
"Right! Well then, on to business." Bearheart glanced over the members of his patrol, green irised scrutinizing from some slight detail in the ranks he might have missed. "Today isn't going to be your typical Dawn Patrol. We're going to let the apprentice's lead it, this time." Some of the warriors seemed uneasy, but too sleep ridden to argue, with this statement. The apprentices, on the other hand, perked up a bit, their intrest sparked. Bearheart grinned. "Organize amongst yourself, young ones." He gave a slight accent to the latter of his words, his humor rather dry though exceptional for the time of day. "You do whatever you think is right; today we're checking the borders with BeachCan. The rest of the warriors and I will follow along some distance behind, and correct any mistakes you might have made." The apprentice's dared not ask questions, eager to begin on such a trip as they scrawled to see who would lead and who would take up the ranks. Bearheart faintly caught bits of argument, mostly from Eveningpaw's side suggesting that she should lead the patrol because she was a female, and beyond perfect, and Minkpaw suggesting letting the older kids handle it. It seemed Mousepaw was too shy to say much if anything, and Morningpaw was trying to take everyone's side at once. Whilst the apprentices were still in conflict, Bearheart lifted his right forearm and pawed the air in the general direction of the camp entrance. "Be gone."
The small group trotted toward the swamplands eagerly, pushing and shoving to get to the front in a tight knit bundle of fur. With the apprentices out of hearing range, Bearheart turned to his warriors. "Otterstream, I need you to follow Mousepaw. Speckledheart, you get Minkpaw. They won't seperate, so you two will be spending some time together. Tawnystream... Just go wherever Morningpaw goes. You know she'll wander off. Sireneye, I need you to keep an... Err, just watch Eveningpaw. She'll go off and try to do everything by herself. I'll be jumping around between everybody. Those with the older three apprentices, I want you to watch and see how they behave when working with others, as well as any skill or talent they may favor or lack. Stick to the trees if possible, and don't let them know you're watching. I'll send another patrol later to fix the borders, so don't worry about it. We all good?" The warriors nodded their heads, murmured agreements rising into the foggy morning. Now that Bearheart's intentions were clear, the cats were put at ease. "Alright then. Let's get started."
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