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Dec 6 2017, 11:48 PM
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Tom | Apprentice | 7 moons
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@Venompaw
The universe had no shortage of cruel jokes to play on the young apprentice. First, ripping his sister away from him. Leading to his obsessive training and exertion only to find out the goal he had been working toward had been snuffed out. His sister didn't want to come home. Emberpaw had thought he had seen the worst; but it seemed StarClan had one last joke.
His father had returned from the sunningrocks a stranger. He didn't recognize his clan, his mate or even his own children. Emberpaw was angry, how could someone just forget everything so easily? Deep down the young apprentice knew full well it wasn't his fathers fault, but moons of suppressed anger had finally reached a boiling point. If they had just rescued Arctic when they rescued him none of this would've happened.
Emberpaw ran, he ran until he could barley breathe. He could feel his muscles screaming in protest and his lungs burning for air. Despite the tears that clouded his vision the young tom knew full well where he was going. He was going to finally face the fear he had been pushing away for so long.
He didn't stop running until the terrain became unfamiliar and the sun began to peak over the horizon. In those moments Emberpaw couldn't even feel the bitter cold around him. All he could feel was fire creeping across every inch of his body. The apprentices legs began to wobble but he refused to quit. BloodClan was so close. he could smell it.
Finally, it became to much and Emberpaw collapsed into the ground from exhaustion. His paws under his chin as he laid there panting.
Why had everything turned out so horrible.
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Tom | Apprentice | 7 moons
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@Darklingpaw

The news of his uncles passing had affected Emberpaw more than anyone knew, perhaps the only one who understood was Darkling, just a few days ago they had ran into their sister. She was a part of BloodClan it seemed and it destroyed Emberpaw to know that. It destroyed him because he failed. He had failed his sister, failed to protect her like he promised and failed to bring her back like he dreamed. She didn't want to come back, and now to learn that his uncle had died. It was too much for him to handle.
Emberpaw was done sitting and done waiting. He had done that before and now look what had happened. His sister had an unflinching loyalty to BloodClan. If he had only trained harder and actually made an attempt to rescue her from BloodClan maybe things could've been different.
Emberpaw waited until the entire camp had fell asleep. The moon was now at its highest peak from what Emberpaw could see through the cracks of the apprentice den.
Slowly, the young tom rose to his feet, fully prepared to set out on his journey into the city without a second thought, but something kept him there. His eyes swept over the sleeping form of his sister. Could he really just leave her like that? If he did...it would be no different than what he did to Arctic. Emberpaw gently nudged his sister. "Darklingpaw, Darklingpaw wake up...I'm going to look for Duke..." He whispered, if Southskies had survived, surely there was still a chance Duke had made it?
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Nov 11 2017, 06:15 PM
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Tom | Apprentice | 7 moons
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@Spottedlegs
They had given him barley any information regarding the well-being of his clan-mate. The young tom wasn't even quite sure what had happened to her, all he knew was that his mother had taken her to ShadowClan with the help of a RiverClan warrior. He only knew these parts after spying on his mothers passing conversations with other warriors. What if Spottedlegs was close to dying? Emberpaw needed his mentor, she was helping him perfect his skills and she was an extremely talented warrior. ThunderClan couldn't loose someone like her, especially now when half of their warrior were off on some suicide mission.
As the night rolled around and stars begun to fill the sky Emberpaw found himself suddenly slipping through the ThunderClan entrance and disappearing into the shadows.

As the tabby tom peered out across the Thunderpath a gust of wind sent chills down his spine. Spottedlegs had said he was never allowed to cross the Thunderpath unless she was there. Emberpaw placed a tentative paw on the stone path and glanced in both directions. The earth below him was still. As far as he could tell no monsters were near. As quick as the young tom could he darted across the gravel, his eyes focused on the ShadowClan territory ahead. Once his paws finally touched the forest floor he took a minute to glance behind him. He stood there for a moment to catch his breath suddenly realize he had come to far to turn back now. His hair stood on end as the smell of ShadowClan surrounded him. He had never come into contact with any of the other clans, he hadn't even been to his first gathering, but he needed closure. He needed to make sure Spottedlegs was okay. Emberpaw kept his body pressed low to the ground as he focused on following the ShadowClan scent till it got stronger and stronger. He needed to find their camp, Spottedlegs was most likely being held in the medicine cat den. He needed to sneak his way into camp, he had heard some interesting stories about ShadowClan and was a little scared that they might have guards posted; but as Emberpaw neared the what he assumed to be the camp entrance he saw nothing. The apprentice slowed his pace and padded through the entrance. He opened his mouth, breathing in the scent of the camp, he turned his heard in the direction of the herb smell and proceeded forward. Slowly, Emberpaw poked his head inside the medicine cat den, his eyes scanning the ground for any sleeping forms. "Spottedlegs?" He called out quietly into the den.
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Tom | Apprentice | 6 moons
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He was given the name Emberpaw alongside his sister Darklingpaw, as happy he was becoming an apprentice he couldn't help but wonder if Arctickit was becoming an apprentice herself. Despite what he wanted to believe he couldn't help but wonder if the allegations against his sister were true. What if she did side with BloodClan. His training with Spottedlegs went by quickly and soon he found himself with nothing to do. His eyes kept drifting over to the exit of camp. "they are far past our southeast border with the twoleg nests." His mentors directions still rang clear in his mind. BloodClan was in that direction. With one quick glance to see if anyone was watching he proceeded toward the exit of camp and quickly disappeared through the bramble.
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His ceremony had not been at all how he had pictured it, once his name was called he couldn't help but feel his heart drop at the grim realization that he was becoming an apprentice without his sister Arctickit by his side, of course he had Darklingkit alongside him and he was grateful, but they were all suppose to share this moment together, all become apprentices together and train to become ThunderClan warriors together. Emberpaw was going to make sure they would all get their warrior names together.

He was finally allowed out of camp, to some degree, but it was better than complete and utter confinement. At the first sight of dawn Emberpaw was out of his nest and darting toward the camp entrance. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going but he needed to get out of camp.
He savored the feeling of the morning dew beneath his pads and the cool morning air that blew threw his fur as he walked, suddenly realizing where his feet were taking him. Emberpaw came to a slow stop before his eyes gazed into the deep forest, it was that way...BloodClan was that way, he remembered the direction vaguely, Arctickit was there. Emberpaws eyes narrowed into slits as he gazed off into the direction of the clan that had stolen his sister from him before suddenly collapsing into a sitting position. His eyes fixated on the dirt beneath him as thousands of thoughts raced through his mind. He was at a loss.
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