Y'all thought this died
You was right
I have a long time before I'm going to sleep so a partial chapter is gonna have to suffice.
I forget half of the names and I sincerely hope that Tidepod will one day make an entrance
What chapter is this? No matter. Let's revive this, shall we?
Training passed by in a blur for Cringepaw. He and his fellow apprentices were practicing day and night in hopes of becoming the strongest warriors in the Clan. Due to his unnatural size, Cringepaw excelled at combat against his much smaller oppenents. He was now nine moons old and towered over even Armleg. His mentor often joked that he would "be able to fight dogs single-pawed" by the time his apprenticeship ended.
Not that he would know. Cringepaw thought to himself, sitting outside of the apprentice's den. It was extremely early; he could just barely see the first rays of sun begin to filter through the trees. Armleg often woke him up before dawn to train before the other apprentices. It had become habit to the apprentice and often he would be the one waiting for his mentor to awaken. But lately Armleg had all but abandoned him, instead opting for the other mentors to take on his training. He was usually paired with Jinglebell. She handled two apprentices fantastically, but Cringepaw was tired of perpetually smelling like peppermint just from being in proximity to the she-cat. He began to notice Armleg and Herbface together more and more, often whispering to each other in front of the medicine den at all hours. He had tried to approach Littlestar about it, but earned a dismissive shrug and a vague promise to look into it later.
The leader of BadClan seemed to be increasingly paranoid and stressed as of late. He was often seen trekking to the Herbface's den for poppy seeds to help him sleep. He refused to eat food unless another cat had eaten it first to make sure it wasn't poisoned. Rumors floated around saying that StarClan had stripped him of his lives, but for what reasons no one could say. Twinkletwinkle fought valiantly to contain these comments, but a few warriors were loose of tongue at Gatherings. Attacks along the borders had increased; both GoodClan and Moderately-AverageClan were seeking to press the advantage of an unstable leader. It wasn't uncommon to see a patrol come back from hunting carrying battle wounds with them as well. Cringepaw had been part of several such patrols and was so intimidating to the enemy warriors that some would run at the sight of him. He prided himself on the fact that he, a half-trained apprentice, could make the mightiest of warriors afraid.
His thoughts were interuppted when the sound of leaves rustling reached his ears. He looked up to see Twinkletwinkle bounding out of camp. Odd, she was never up at this time. The stress of maintaining a sense of strength to the other Clans while also running her own caused the deputy to sleep whenever she could. Cringepaw was about to mew a greeting to her when Littlestar suddenly appeared from his den as well. The two cats made eye contact with each other and both walked out of BadClan camp, the leader constantly checking over his shoulder.
Twinkletwinkle? Littlestar? How I wonder...