There was a slight rustle in the bushes, no cat took notice, not an ear turned nor a whisker twitched as the young, deep brown, tom strode out from the apprentices den. as he moved to the center of the windclan camp, light streamed down through the sheltering branches above, illuminating the pale brown flecks on his fur. He felt the warmth of Greenleaf in his paws, flowing up from the soft dirt ground. The apprentice had begun grooming his thick white chest fur when a mewl behind him makes him turn, just in time to spot the little ball of tabby brown fur hurling towards him. "oof!" He huffed as the kit leaped onto his broad shoulders, yowling in her little voice. "Fear the might of Hawkstar!" His whiskers twitched in ammusment at the kit's antics and he flopped on his side in the dust white paws in the air. "I surrender mighty leader! spare me!" "Oh! Patchpaw! You're supposed to battle me to the death first!" Patchpaw's icey blue eyes glinted happily as he watched hawkkit batting at his fluffy tail. He took a moment to look around, patrols of warriors were coming and going, as were warriors restocking the freshkill pile with prey. Elders and queens shared tounges togetherin the warmth of the sun while watching kits play. all was as it should be, making the tom purr to himself with delight, 'this is my home..I belong here'
It was sunhigh when Patchpaw spotted his mentor exiting his moss covered den by the highrock, the sunlight gleaming off his sleek black pelt. Nightstar had been leader sinse before Patchpaw was born and once he was old enough Nightstar became his mentor. Patchpaw gave Nightstar a friendly nudge as he came over but at a closer look he noticed his leader looked unusually frail, "Nightstar, are you ok" He meowed quietly but the leader simply waved the question away with a flick of his tail, turning his emerald eyes to the sun. "Patchpaw, today is your final assessment as an apprentice, are you ready?"