((Yeah, sorry, I got busy xD I'll reply now.
I have the urge to draw SongfeatherxMudfur, StormstripexRainfrost, TinystarxFireblaze, and RedearxRiverstorm. *gets to work*
Also, dun forget to reply wif Silverheart, Stephen~
Does Okami or Stephen mind if I create a loner to interact with Lionpaw? I feel bad casting her into the rothole without much else to do :C))
Songfeather raised her head off the ground to see Icepaw tackle Brackenpaw, and although her maternal instinct toward her son made her neck bristle, she merely observed. Her pale green eyes lit up in curiosity. She wanted to see how Brackenpaw would react and how they would continue on fighting. If the mentor was to improve the apprentices, she needed to know their strengths and their weaknesses, and this was the pefect opportunity.
There was a soft rustling in the bushes behind Swiftleg, the winter chilled leaves trembling and scratching against the flank of a certain flame-colored pelt. Two navy eyes smiled and signaled a bout of mischievious giggling. Foxpaw lept out from the bushes and pounced onto the back of his mentor. "You're too hard on yourself, you ol' mousebrain! Couldn't you have just scented us?" The apprentice jumped off of Swiftleap and looked up into the warrior's tired eyes. "Whaz wrong?" He asked out of pure curiosity, tail swishing merrily behind him.
Bluebird walked over to her brother to stop him from walking into anything, her eye brimming with sympathy. "C'mon, Jetblack, let's get back to camp." She glanced at Stripedpaw, who nodded solemnly and they began walking back.
Riverstorm's ear twitched as he was finally addressed by his mate. He walked over and nodded to her, although raising an eyebrow slightly at her choice of keeping the prisoner: The Rothole. A rather unsavoury place for any cat to inhabit, but he guessed that was the punishment for intruding on Stormclan's lands. Not to mention crossing Redear. Lionpaw was just asking for trouble. The blue-tabby narrowed his eyes at the golden-furred she-cat and moved to seize the apprentice by the scruff and try to drag her to the rothole. Whether or not Lionpaw consented and went along without resisting was her choice. He thought he could see a glint of rebellion and determinationin her eyes to escape, so he kept a wary eye on her until they reached the rothole.
Ivorythorn sighed and nodded grimly, apparently satisfied with Redear's choices. Not exactly the way the silver-tabby would go about dealing with the situation, but it got the Nightclanner out of the way. She watched as Riverstorm led Lionpaw away and found herself feeling faint sympathy for her. The rothole was most certainly unpleasant... She remembered a certain time before her talents were recognized, when the other apprentices in Stormclan dared her to venture into the place, and was unable to escape even with their help. The stench and place in general was just horrid.
The turkish vann's words drifted into her ears again, something about a new trial. Ivorythorn blinked and raised her ears in anticipation as Redear led her into the forest. What could this new mission be? She could only eagerly await Redear's information.