Hello, just another reminder for this FlameClan needs a lot of queens, their paired mates, and apprentices!

September, 1st 2020

Mid-day was when she was always dragged outside. Either by a warrior or the bulky dark gray tom that was named Graypaw, the brother of the shy Ashpaw. She had found this to be weird and somewhat off-putting, but soon she realized that it was just his ego was to big and Ashpaw was more.. humble.

Beepaw preferred when there wasn't to many apprentices when she was out. Just a few was good for her, and she somewhat enjoyed their little talks. Always given prey and if anything was needed she was provided it.

The gray tabby felt almost bad about that. But once the title of queen came back she remembered this was treatment for those who would never train, only sit around and give birth to kits.

"Morning, have a good night's rest?" Crystalpaw was the first to greet her. Head raised from her meal of a crow, black feathers splayed out around the area by wind.

Beepaw yawned, rolling her shoulders before shrugging. "Fine," she murmured. Ears twitching as her stomach gave a growl of hunger

One of the toms jumped to his paws. His golden pelt glowed in the warm sunshine as he padded towards the pile of prey. Beside her Crystalpaw huffed, her ears flat as her eyes rolled. "Toms," she spat under her breath.

The golden tom dropped a water vole at her paws. His gaze watched as she took a small bite out of it. "Thanks, Hawkpaw." Shifting on her paws she relaxed as he was called off for a patrol.

Crystalpaw snarled as she watched the gold pelted tom leave. "Good riddance!" Meowed the she-cat as she twisted to groom a ruffled spot on her back.

Though she kept silent, Beepaw agreed with her fellow apprentice. How long was it till the toms got bored of jumping at her every need and they ended up like Clawswipe? The brown warrior's entire life still made her shiver, a strong warrior, but a curl and unforgiving mate.

The young tabby had seen what poor Streamtail went through. And it was something out of a nightmare, but it brought back unwanted memories for Beepaw. Don't think about that. Forcing away old memories she sighed, digging into her meal.

As she was just finishing up the last few bites she spotted Icaruspaw and Ashpaw. The two toms walked with their heads lowered, talking quietly amongst themselves. "Hello," Ashpaw spotted her with a small smile, ears flat as he scuffled his paws.

"Hey," she mewed softly, head resting on her dainty paws.

Icaruspaw chose a spot beside her, leaving Ashpaw to curl up close to the dull eyed tom. This was how they usually sat, up hunched together talking about things. Beepaw found it comforting, like she was being wrapped in a bundle of cats she trusted.

The only cats I can trust here. Sighing inwardly she tucked her paws, jaws open to taste the air. It wasn't easy to get my scents other then cats, but soon she was able to get her way pass all that. "Rain, great."

"Rain?" Ashpaw had curled himself up, long tail flicking back and forth. Now he looked even more worried, eyes darting up to spot the usual fluffy clouds, now a darkish gray that swam across the blueness.

Beepaw nodded, she hadn't noticed the clouds like that before, had the rain moved in quickly? She guessed it could've been the wind, since it was blowing more violently then usual. "Yeah, how bad does flooding get here?"

"The camp is up high, we only get small puddles in the dented stone. Below us there are barren rivers that fill up once it rains, in those times we can catch fish." It was Ashpaw who explained, eyes wide as he flicked an ear.

Purring she dipped her head to him. Never once had she seen him so excited to say something before. "Thank you," she purred, amusement making her whiskers twitch as his ears grew red.

The group of four made it their place in the shade. Backed up into the corner, close to the apprentices den. Beepaw had noticed that almost every warrior was out of camp, and as one patrol came in another would leave. Do they always leave this place to barren of warriors?

A chill ran up her spine. Sure FlameClan seemed big, but even SaltClan was bigger in numbers and always had someone to stay behind, and what patrols did go out would always bring back enough prey.

Beepaw hummed softly to herself. Eyes searching the camp as she growled. What was the ginger tom planning? He didn't seem to be consistent with his personality, one moment he was a brute, the next it seemed like he would be the perfect leader - nice to all and loving to his Clanmates.

Crackedstar stole me from my own Clan. No matter what, he's a bad person who needs to be put down. Someone gave her ear a brisk lick. Blinking she turned to see a worried expression on her friends face, and Ashpaw was crouched down with fear glimmering in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Crystalpaw asked, pressing her nose against Beepaw's cheek.

The tabby felt confusion nip at her pelt. Ears flat against her skull as she nodded slowly, head cocked slightly. "Why wouldn't I be?" She asked.

Icaruspaw had raised to his paws. Stretching to reveal rippling muscle under his light silver coat. "You were snarling, dear." He mumbled, ears perked as he glanced around camp.

Was I? Beepaw just nodded. Clamping her muzzle shut as she tried to push anymore thoughts out of her mind. This wasn't the time to think about that - right now she should be doing something that could benefit her.

Paddling a few paces away from her friends she crouched down. Tail paused just above the stone as she adjusted herself, hating the way that her leg bent. After a moment she managed to get it somewhat in the correct placement before stalking forward.

Beepaw hissed as her paws slipped from under her. Dropping onto her belly she whimpered, bitting the inside of her cheeks to stop her from yowling. "What we're you thinking, that's dangerous for you to be doing here!"

"So what, there's no-one even in camp!" Giving a loud growl she raised to her paws. Unsteadily heading back to the nursery, feeling someone brush against her side.

Icaruspaw let her lean against his shoulder for support. Without a word they slipped back into the coolness of the queens den, where she curled up, ignoring any questions the older queens spit out.

The tom stayed at her side. He didn't speak, which she was grateful for, and instead focused on grooming her pelt. Relaxing Beepaw glared at a piece of moss. There was no way to express her anger, it would get her no where.

They're right though. Beepaw flattened her ears. Of course they were right, practicing hunting skills in the middle of camp might've been a bad idea - but who would've even seen her? With my stupid leg I won't get anything done! I'm I really going to be nothing more then a kit baring queen?

That frightened her more then the day she was born into this world. How would she even live like that? Beepaw wasn't a real cat! Tears streamed down her face as she curled into a tighter ball, tail covering her face, muffling her cries.

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Sunlight patched the forest floor as she wondered through the paths. It felt nice to smell the flowers, petals drifting in the streams that raced their way through the forest.

Beepaw lifted her tail, feeling the bushy tips brush her back. Pale green eyes searched the area, and her mouth watered as she spotted a vole. Dropping into a hunters crouch she stalked forward.

Ears pointed forward she licked her maw. How good would it to just be able to eat something freshly caught? Planting each paw down as silently as she could she manged to get close enough to pounce.

Claws dug into the voles back before it could run. Jaws shutting close around its small body, and she purred at the satisfying crunch as it fell limp in her maw. Beepaw padded to a nice sunny spot. Sitting down to eat her catch without anyone bothering her, just a nice day for her to relax.

As she swallowed the last bit of prey she felt her throat grow dry. Searching the green grass she pricked her ears to the sound of trickling water. The young apprentice found the stream quickly. Tucked away in some bushes, where fresh water spilled from smooth stones.

Crouching down she lapped up the refreshing water. Glad to have found it in the mix of bushes, many of which held beautiful small flowers. Beepaw watched one bush, it had small white flowers blooming from it.

Before her eyes the buds started to bloom. Opening up to reveal the yellow middle of the flowers, which popped up quickly on the bush

Surprised she stood up quickly.

"Don't be alarmed," a sweet purr rumbled in her ears.

Blinking she relaxed a bit, head tilted. "Time?" She whispered, the name recalling memories of past dreams.

Dreams. Beepaw hissed as she dug her claws into the dirt. This was just a dream? Groaning she fell onto the shoreline, head tossed back to let out a painfull yowl. Why did this have to be a dream?

Time purred. Running her fluffy white tail over her paws, eyes trained onto the wailing apprentice. "Oh, cheer up. At least your dreams aren't bad."

Beepaw hissed. Eyes narrowing onto the fluffy white she-cat. How, how could she forget to be so thankful about that? She pushed herself onto her paws, giving her shoulders a few licks before turning away.

"Just wake me up already! Or at least give me some time to enjoy this," she snapped, a cold glare aimed at the fluffy she-cat.

The white loner padded alongside her, not giving any signs that she had heard a word that Beepaw had said. Sighing loudly she flattened her ears, hackles raised as she pushed through brambles.

On the other side laid stones that stretched for miles. Beepaw felt her heart quicken at the sight, why was she here? "You know that Clan of yours misses you?" Time meowed.

Glancing up she spotted the she-cat staring out into the fields of stone. There was wisdom in her eyes, but also a playful spark. Beepaw twitched her tailtip, unsure of how to deal with this dream-cat.

Time sighed as she looked down. A smile resting on her maw as she mewed. "Be ready, Jade, many things will happen, some you will be ready for, others you won't be."

Before she could reply the she-cat disappear. The world shifted, rocks crumbling as Beepaw raced out of the way. A large bolder crashed into the ground, leaving a large indent. Eyes wide she took in gaspes of breath, she could've been crushed!

As the young tabby cought her breath she glanced around. It was weird to see this place in a dream, never before had see been so close to her own sleeping form. Creeping past the crumbling rocks, pebbles slipping down the slopes, she crept inside the camp.

Surprise prickled her pelt as she gaze at the cats racing around. Large chunks of stone fell, almost crushing two cats as they dodged perfectly out of the way. Suddenly the weather changed from sunny to dark, rain pooring down, the gray stone wet and slippery.

Beepaw flattened herself onto the ground. Why was going on? This couldn't be real - could it? I'm dreaming! Instantly she raced through the cats, almost bumping into a few, but they acted like she wasn't there.

Inside the nursery almost all the queens had went deeper into the tunnels. Eyes wide with fear as two huddled beside her own body, which was curled up, sleeping soundlessly. Icaruspaw had nipped her ears in a way to wake her, but all that did was make then bleed.

"Why isn't she waking up?" Heathertuft had her nose pressed into Beepaw's shoulder. Eyes wide with terror as she looked helplessly at the other queens.

Icaruspaw growled loudly. "I'll carry her, you two lead the way." Gripping the small she-cat by the scruff he lifted her with ease. As if she was nothing more then a small, little kit.

Worry had made her frozen to the ground. How did this happen? Was she stuck outside her body? B-but this is only a dream! "Wait!" Beepaw raced after the three cats, just as they placed her down beside the silver tom she leaped into her sleeping form.

September, 2nd, 2020