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Sparrowtail wasn't out to gather herbs tonight, it was late and the moon oddly shined in the sky brighter then ever. Silverpelt glowed within the small cats eyes as he stepped across the fields onto a large open hill. A dry pile of dirt was there, a few small flowers. That he had placed there the other night. His mother grave, something he had kept tabs on every since they buried her, because he didn't want to loose where she had been kept to rest. Her soul and spirit now in starclan he was sure of it. Sparrowtail had seen her every now and then when he went to visit starclan he saw her, but never had the courage to talk to her, or even say that he did see what happen, that he was sorry that his father had been that way. Even the clan had no idea that his mother had been murdered in cold blood, he had gotten over it fast, but ever since then he was more of a talker with his tail, and some of his clan mates seemed to understand him. The Siamese cat sat down and curled his tail around his front paws. Looking at the grave then at the lights of silverpelt, his fellow ancestors.

"Hey, mother. It's been very quiet lately, I don't get many customers other then apprentices complaining how they fell out of a tree, or a rabbit scratched them. Yet, it's nice, I'm able to visit your grave without fail, and Brair-rose is a big help with everything. I just can't help but have a feeling that something is coming. But, that's probably just the peace getting to my head, it's nice, I never liked fighting in the first place." Sparrowtail smiled for a moment, feeling the fresh clean air against hir fur. The medicine cat waited for a moment, until the wind picked up and then stopped. "Starclan I know it'll be a while till I get to visit you again, but. When I do, I'm asking if you could put some peace in my mind about this feeling something bad is going to happen. Unless of course something is going to happen, then I would want to know because it's my job. Anyway, I thank you for listening to me." Sparrowtail laughed and stood up, his body turned around. On the hill, it was easy to see things far away. It was a nice view, and even a few birds were out, Sparrowtail had eaten in the camp before he left though. For a night time cat, he made sure he was well, because the clan needed him.

"The moon shines bright
On this moonlit night
And the wind grows cold
With old wind groves."

Sparrowtail flicked his ears. At what he heard he looked at the stars once more before walking down the hill. He would hunt to pass the time, and could bring some back to the clan, after all, he may have been small, and lazy during the day but the night was his time and his place. The small frail body of his haunched up, as he moved forward silent, almost like a swift fox. His tongue rolling over his short muzzle as he watched the group of sparrows peck at the ground for seeds that had fallen from the fields. The medicine cat's tail flicked at the end, sitting on the ground as the birds stepped closer. He pressed on his back legs and jumped forward paws splayed out as the birds scattered he managed to get one of the one's that were slow. Sparrowtail's teeth grazed it's foot, but he clamped on and didn't let go as it's beating wings slapped his face. His paws caught the bird and pulled it down as his teeth dug into the feathers to get to it's vital spot and pierce it. The sparrow went limp and Sparrowtail licked his lips, before digging to bury it, he was going to pick it up later.

The medicine cat stretched before watching the birds fly off, the one's he had scared earlier. He gave thanks to them for food before turned around. The night and this place was so open, Sparrowtail remembered being an apprentice out here with his mentor. The fun times he had, the way she pushed him around and made him do things just because of his small size. It was the good and the bad that got him here today, and he never regretted his choice to become a medicine cat. He never regretted that he couldn't find a mate, have kits, and he didn't regret that he wouldn't be able to fight in battle. Sparrowtail helped his clan in his own way, and he liked to keep it that way.

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Everything had been alright this morning, so far so good. Her father had been feeling guilty about not paying much attention to his kits lately and had decided to take the three on a patrol. Maplepaw had enjoyed every moment of spending time with just her father and brothers. This was a very rare occurrence, and Maplepaw was going to take this opportunity to show her father how much better she had gotten. Maybe she was as good as her brothers! Sure she had been on patrols with them, and had trained with them, but there had been others cats with her. Maplepaw didn't do so well with other cats...

When the three apprentices were alone, Maplepaw was so much better and her brothers helped her when they could. The excitement could been see radiating in her bright blue eyes. The she-cat apprentice had never been so happy to be on a patrol. It had made her a little nervous when her father said he would be watching them, to think of this as an assessment.


Maplepaw had made her way towards nowhere in particular. Her brothers had been assigned a section, but not Maplepaw. Her father just told her to not be scared, and try to catch something. Their objective was to find at least one piece of prey for the clan. She had already done that, stalking a rabbit and killing it swiftly. Now she was just wandering...or well trying not to be scared out of her mind.

But then she scented a change in the air. The scent of another cat was coming near her, or was she approaching it? She really couldn’t tell. What should she do? Run and hide? Yes, she should. Running around and trying to find a hiding place she realized her efforts were futile. There was nowhere to hide, so instead the fluffy apprentice tried to use her body as a shield. Maplepaw nodded to herself, this was the best solution possible. Maybe she could blend in with the ground….yeah right.

”D-don’t h-hurt m-m-me p-p-please. I-I’m j-just an ap-prentice. I-I'm not c-causing t-trouble.”

[/color] she tried to sound brave but failed miserably. Maplepaw was trembling with fear at this point. Well…there went trying to be brave and standing up to others. Well she sure sounded convincing. Maplepaw wished she could be as brave as her siblings, just once in her life. But no, at this interaction with another cat she had once again slipped. Her eyes suddenly found her paws very interesting and proceeded to stare at them like they were something new. She was so embarrassed. What kind of cat would stutter while trying to ward off anyone she thought would hurt her? Obviously her. What Maplepaw didn’t know is that she had approached a familiar cat, one of her own clan. If anyone ever found out about this, she would never hear the end of it.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[atrb=background,http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/Milkyface4455/Sparrowtail2.jpg] Sparrowtail wouldn't expect apprentices to be up much at night, most of the time he was woken up in the middle of the day to give them herbs. The tom's naps would usually last a few thirty minutes at a time. Yet, it was obvious his nocturnal nature came in handy in many situations. The moon made the ferns flourish throughout the territory, making it a musical land of wonder, where you could only wonder what was going to happen next. The world was filled with mysterious mysteries and the night was full of them. Even as silverpelt glowed in the sky, the tom smiled at the sight of it. His mother was up there, he wondered, if things were alright up there, in starclan. After all, he had only heard silence for some time. Sparrowtail flicked his tail until he noticed the scent of another cat. It was from Windclan, and if he had remembered correctly it was Maplepaw, Maplepaw was a cat who was terrified unless near her father or siblings. So he knew what angle she came from, the silent tom often would have to treat her wounds in the apprentice's den with her siblings by her side, so she didn't run away from fear. The fear from being hurt in general struck at her, and it was obvious from what his side saw. The tom thought about the first time he had treated her, it wasn't the most pleasant experience, but it was his job, and any fo his clan mates were his friends. Sparrowtail didn't speak a word, not now, when he was close to a cat. He said things more with his tail, and it was obvious with his name in which received by his mentor rather then a leader, which tended to be the tradition around the clans. Sparrowtail didn't really get along with the other medicine cats, but he kept himself into the situation where hostility was non exsistant with him and his mellow lazy personality. The tom perked his ears for a moment at the sound of a cat's voice. His head turned as he saw a lump of fur trying to hide itself in the ferns of the clear territory. Sparrowtail shook his head for a moment, as she finished her sentence, what was she doing out here all alone in the first place, she should have been in camp, or for that matter with her father if she even wanted to consider going out. Sparrowtail tried his best to assist the situation that was needed, but perhaps, he could show her something, something that could make her glad to go out on her own, to know places others didn't know about. Sparrowtail wasn't sure if it was a good idea, so he pushed the thought away to save it for a later date, as he stepped back a bit, getting close to the ground in front of her, his light blue eyes giving a slight sense of comfort out to see if it would work to calm the apprentice a bit. Sparrowtail refused to speak, he would rather show her, it was alright to be around him. Hiding in the grass was easy for her, but the scent that filled his nostrils was obvious. A slight smiled spread across his face as he let out a reassuring purr, before twisting his head as the rest of his body followed. He was on his back, belly exposed with his paws resting near his chest. His tail flicking in a playful way. He had to admit, he did look like a cute kitten trying to coax an older cat to play with them, even though they were a warrior. Sparrowtail flexed out a paw for a moment, hoping this would work, after all the worst that could happen was Maplepaw would get more scared and run off in a direction she wasn't supposed to go. The moonlight shined on his fur, as well as Maplepaw's. She was actually quiet a beautiful she-cat, she should have had nothing to be ashamed of. She was strong, and had the makings of a warrior in her blood from her father. Sparrowtail closed his eyes for a moment and gave out another purr. Sometimes, he wondered what there truly was to be afraid. Fear was when you knew your weakness, it told you when it was time to make yourself stronger, it wasn't exactly an enemy to your sight in mind. Sparrowtail had remembered being afraid, his mothers murder was what made it to the point where he didn't want to speak, he didn't even want to get close to anyone, he trusted them, but he didn't trust himself with the words that came out of his mouth. Sparrowtail was very careful with his choice of words, even around Brair-rose his best friend who had helped him through mostly everything. Sparrowtail didn't like to talk, his fear was that, if he said something wrong, the clan would turn against him. The medicine cat saw Starclan as his voice, that clipped at his very soul when they listened clearly to him. Sparrowtail hoped his mother forgave him, for not telling the clan what really happened, they all still suspected the death of his mother was a fox attack, when in reality, it was his loner father. Who was still out there somewhere, and it didn't seem to stay right with Sparrowtail. The thought made his throat stiff, as the fear he had felt then, was something that made him more wary of his life, as he lived on, to live to protect and to listen to the voices of those who were un spoken. Giving every cat a new lease on life, with all that he knew, with all that he could think of in the end, it all tied up to the same event with his mother, and the father he would have rather grown up never knowing just like he had up until that point in the rain.