Nothing like a Joker. -Open-

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[atrb=width,469,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=ffffbe] The morning sun was beaming down on AshClan camp. It was clearly going to be a beautiful sunny day and most cats had already begun to share tongues and lay out in the sun. Elders were sprawled out in the dirt talking to a small group of apprentices about when they were their age, A warrior had come up to one and took them off for training. An irritated sigh came from one small kitten by the nursery, he watched all of the chattering cats with a bored look on his face. Usually he was so full of ideas for the day, but for some reason he had no diabolical plans of destruction this morning. Pawing at a dust ball the kit huffed and rolled onto his back and stared at the sky, his blue eyes searching for a cloud to look at but there were none to be seen. "Not a single cloud...Ugh! Today is going to suck!" he groaned before rolling back over to look at the cats. Suddenly he got an idea and a devilish grin appeared on his cute kitten face. 'Oh this will be great!' he thought to himself and got up from where he was laying and strutted onward toward the apprentice den. Putting on an innocent smile he peaked into the den, and glued his eyes on an apprentice before calling to her "Hey wake up! Quick Quick! Brackenstar told you to wake up already!! and if you don't hurry up and find that Piece of Mouse dung he needed then you might not be able to go to a gathering...EVER!!!" he made sure he was quiet enough for only the apprentice to hear and it had worked! The tom had jumped up so fast he didn't even look for the voiced and rushed out of camp muttering something about mouse dung to the warriors nearby. A purr of laughter escaped Volekit as he watched that young apprentice run, and the looks on the warriors faces make him laugh louder. Okay so maybe today wouldn't be so bad. "Talking." 'Thinking.' Acting. "Your character speaking." {Word Count: 342 OOC: Lol idk random prank i just made up...fft. xD Status: Open To Anyone.}

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A slight breeze ruffled the leaves and small bark pieces, providing a nice cool balance to the warming sun. It had been a while since the yellow orb in the sky had shined so brightly, but to the tom lying in the breeze, nothing felt quite as good as the little bit of wind. It ruffled his soft, downy fur, which he gave a few rough licks to after a somewhat breezy wind. The white pelt of his stood out amongst the dark interior of the apprentices den, where he was laying in the breeze that circled within the bramble walls and then exited. He was a plump little thing, his stomach sticking into the air as he laid his head back onto the soft ground.

Lostpaw wasn't the most active of the few apprentices which called this den home, but he was one of the most knowledgeable; that is, in his own mind. While most of the other apprentices were listening to the elders' stories, the white fluff-ball was content to simply close his eyes and rest. He really didn't have a care in the world at that point except to recite his favorite parts of the warrior code and doze off into oblivion. At the moment, he was caught on the edge of sleep, dangling uselessly while he continued to try and count the number of toes on his paws and then compare them to the toes on his other paw. He really was useless.

Voices filled the air away from him, some more distinct, others less so and the tom's eyes began to drift closed. Mmmmm, that's it, riiiiight there, he thought lazily to himself as a particularly soft wind blew down his spine and ruffled his ear fluff. This time he didn't fix it. Outside the apprentice's den, scuffled feet could be heard and a soft, but urgent sounding voice. After a moment the sound of running paws drifted away and laughter soon followed. Not having heard what was going on, Lostpaw rolled over onto his stomach, shaking his head as if he had imagined the voices. Had they really been there? Another thought as he drew himself to his paws with a small bit of effort. He was keen on figuring out how loony he was becoming.

Giving his chest a few licks to ease the fluffiness, the white tom padded from the den, his feet slow with tiredness. The bright light of the sun outside the den blinded him for a few short moments as his eyes tried to adjust to the burning sunshine. He almost growled at who was outside. Volekit, the tiny little kit who, though only a few moons younger then Lostpaw, had a knack for talking cats into things. The tiny kit had a smug look on his maw, as if he had done something incredibly pleasing to himself. Lostpaw almost walked right back into the den at that point, but his curiosity was a treacherous thing. Without giving himself away, Lostpaw mewed "Hello, Volekit." and sat down a few paw-lengths away from him. "What brings you over to this side of the clearing?" The tom mewed, his eyes now beginning to narrow with suspicion, since when did Volekit visit the apprentice's den?



[:notes ehhhhhh, I forgot originally what I wanted to sayXD and ended up with this. Happy posting!!
[:word count five hundred-seventy two

[:cat lostpaw
[:mood lazy, curious

[vanya,]

Herbs were a blessing and a curse alike.

One might think that it's difficult to remember the dozens of remedies and plants that are the focal point of a medicine cat's career, but few medicine cats had come into the role without a decent memory at worst.

Robinfeather had been blessed with a nearly photographic memory, but as she carefully organized her herb store, she sneezes violently, sending delicate leaves skittering all over the floor. "Oh StarClan," she groans, rushing to reorganize the disturbed plant life. The little she-cat had also been cursed with the terrible burden of what Twolegs call "allergies."

"Happens every greenleaf," she mutters, finishing her tidying and storing the herbs away in the rock outcroppings of her den, almost like shelves. A frown mars her dark face when she notices that there only two or three leaves of borage left.

That's not good; she needs to replenish her stock, as soon as possible. Robinfeather pads out of her den, her mind far away.

Borage? Borage, borage....

She's startled out of her train of thought by Volekit tumbling away from the apprentice den, laughing cheekily. She frowns and squints one eye suspiciously.

"What are you up to, Volekit?"

She spots the light coat of Lostpaw nearby and dips her head in a distracted greeting. Mostly she's concerned with whatever this little joker had done, thoughts of her duties and the low supply of borage banished temporarily from her mind.