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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 7, 2019 12:33:10 GMT -5
Shoot didn’t see that my bad :/ I shall edited one last time lol
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 7, 2019 12:34:55 GMT -5
Haha Don’t worry thanks for understanding
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 7, 2019 12:37:49 GMT -5
Alright I think everything looks good now 😊
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Dec 7, 2019 13:40:23 GMT -5
Mrytleshell She is a calico-and-white she-cat with green eyes. Mrytleshell is a bit of a pushover and will almost always do what cats ask of her. She is quiet and chooses to not talk much, unless she really has something to say. If her or someone's life is in danger, Mrytleshell will not hesitate on taking action. Even is she is a pushover, she does have her own dreams and is ambitious when given the chance to pursue them. While she does not think that she will ever get into a higher position, Mrytleshell does believe she will do well as a mentor or a mother. Warrior Open for family, crushes, mate, apprentice (anything!)
Alderstrike He is dark woody red-brown colored tom with yellow eyes. Alderstrike is a tom who is always observing others, learning about each clanmate by the way they act. He is a very logical tom, usually not acting on emotions, but rather what the situation calls for. Alderstrike may look like he is always judging (in a way, he already does that), but he is a sweet and caring tom if anyone gets past his stoic tone of voice. He just wants what is best and will do anything to keep his clan up and running. 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 Warrior
Open for family, crushes, mate, apprentice (anything!)
//if i am missing anything please tell me so i can fix it! ^^
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 7, 2019 14:09:10 GMT -5
Welcome Hawk! I shall add later today but welcome to the clan your forms look fine
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 7, 2019 14:47:23 GMT -5
I believe I've added everything but let me know if there are any problems
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 7, 2019 15:37:39 GMT -5
[ I think Quickfrost (my med cat) is missing, otherwise looks lovely:)]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 7, 2019 15:42:43 GMT -5
Oops yes you are correct, sorry! I shall add once I’m back at my computer I’m out right now thanks for your help XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 7, 2019 17:33:18 GMT -5
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 7, 2019 17:43:55 GMT -5
Thank ya, all looks super!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 7, 2019 17:47:51 GMT -5
I'm going to do a bit of revision and then I'll get some starters up [/sub
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 10:35:40 GMT -5
Sorry got carried away last night, shall get starters up today
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 14:37:32 GMT -5
Save for my coding.Morning came bitterly cold, restlessly uncomfortable and bizarrely lonely as Tundrastar was pulled from the dregs of sleep. The leader's den still a novelty to the handsome tom, the massive leader was of the incresing belief he would never grow used to sleeping without the crowded chaos of his clanmates around him. Once a frustration on sleepless nights was something he now found himself missing far more dearly than he'd have ever admitted aloud. One of the slighter sacrifices of leaderhood, of which he had quickly learned there were more than he could have ever expected. But more morbid thoughts like that were something he pushed aside today, there were chores to be done and duties to be fulfilled. Dwelling on the more unfortunate aspects of life would only add a drag to his paws. Lifting upright he stretched out, feeling the satisfying crack of bones along his spine as he did so. He yawned, pining for just a few hours more of sleep but his pride refused that. He spent a brief moment attempting to neaten his coat but put minimal effort into the proceeding before moving out of the den and into the open air of camp. His weary senses brought to his attention the emptiness of camp, free of life save for the russet queen settled by the water. He nodded a greeting to her, but otherwise offered little in the way of acknowledgement. Instead the muscled warrior moved for the fresh kill pile, intending to study rather than to pick something for himself. And he found its offerings to be more pitiful than he'd have hoped. Deciding on the imminent need to send further patrols out, he made a note to ask the deputy to do such; knowing a dawn patrol was likely already out but it was always worth being stocked up. Especially given the colder months were officially upon them. Standing out against the white background like dead leaves against fresh green grass stood Shadowspirit, thick fur ruffled against the incessant winds but his gaze was narrowed sharply with concentration. His body crouched against the ground, he stalked forward in silence. His concentration seemingly undisturbed by even the background songs of the Ghost Whispers. His mind was focused on bringing prey for his clan, little could have distracted him. Whilst he had not been amid the cats chosen for the dawn patrol, such inconveniences were never something that could have perturbed him. If anything he thrived better in isolation, able to manouvre himself more beneficially; in other words meaning he could actually catch prey rather than being a disadvantage given the midnight nature of his thick coat. Before him was a juvenile rabbit, nibbling in content obliviousness on a blade of grass. Unaware of the world around him, and the imminent threat that crept forward carefully with every heartbeat. Unaware that the jaws of death were mere seconds from wrapping around him and turn him into breakfast. Shadowspirit lunged, paws colliding with the small animal and flattening it to the ground. The animal was able to release a short squeak but little else before it was all over, and Shadowspirit stood victorious over his fresh kill. Triumphant and more proud than he cared to admit, the handsome warrior turned back, and began to make his way back to camp. As dawn broke over the mountainside, TaigaClan camp was largely free of activity. The odd breeze left the long grass rustling, but otherwise very little seemed to stir amid the valley the resilient clan deemed home. A bizarrely peaceful morning, given the particularly harsh weather of recent, it was beginning to appear that this leafbare would be one of the more brutal of recent generations. Finally amid the silence, a red shape appeared among the long grass. She stretched lazily, the swell of her belly prominent; the young cat seemed unperturbed by the bitter winds that battered against her frame. She pried free of the nursery's confines, casting her gaze across camp to discover who was awake, to find herself the only participant in the morning activities. Shrugging, the russet queen made not for the freshkill pile as her grumbling stomach would otherwise have dictated, and instead followed the sound of rushing water. Lowering herself lazily to the ground and taking a long, cooling drink. Her russet tail flicking from side to side as she drank, despite her focus on the task at hand, the young queen remained ever alert to the world around her. A yawn parted Burntsky's jaws, hunger left her uncomfortable but she knew better than to hope for any offerings of the freshkill pile. The clan was already beginning to suffer the consequences of an early leafbare, and the dawn patrol wouldn't be back for a while. Even then, there was little promise of a filling breakfast.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 15:20:06 GMT -5
Starters are up!
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Post by Bloomtail on Dec 8, 2019 16:34:25 GMT -5
"Sorry I'm late!" Applethorn came barreling toward Tundrastar, panting as he skidded to a halt. "I had to get Quickfrost's help getting a thorny twig out of my fur. I couldn't reach it by -" The hefty tomcat glanced around camp and lowered his tail as he realized most other cats were gone. "Oh, the patrols have already left." He sat down and wrapped his tail around his chilly paws. "Is there anything I can do around here?" he asked his leader.
Nightwing raised her head to sniff the air. The cold wind stung her nostrils, but she could detect the scent of prey. Some sort of rodent - perhaps a squirrel? The pitch-black molly flicked her tail as she broke away from the rest of the patrol to follow the scent. It wasn't something she was ordered to do, but feeding her Clan couldn't possibly be a punishable offense.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 16:39:20 GMT -5
Hi Moon remember it is six lines per character please
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 8, 2019 17:21:00 GMT -5
Quickfrost / Burntsky 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Quickfrost awoke peacefully from his deep sleep. Unusual, as he often reentered the waking world feeling as burdened as when he drifted off. Before he stirred, the tom was careful to recall any dream he may have experienced. Clearly, his tranquil rest was only possible because that night he had dreamt nothing. This troubled him. When younger, Quickfrost rarely decided his dreams held any message. But with age, and especially over the past moons, he had come to believe fully that every dream was given to him by StarClan. He relied on this to guide him through each day differently. Today, it seemed, for the first time in moons, Quickfrost would have to guide himself on his own.
The striped brown tom arose to his paws, stretching his older frame. With little else to think about that morning, Quickfrost's typically pensive mind sought distraction in the form of tending to his clanmates. Seeking inspiration from any of the herbs in his den, he settled upon burnet. Gathering up a small amount of leaves, he exited his den for the nursery. Instead, he spotted Burntsky at the lake, and joined the russet she-cat there. "Good morning," he meowed, dropping the burnet beside her. "For your strength. And," he added, predicting the fresh-kill pile would more likely be empty than full, "It can alleviate some hunger...for awhile." Quickfrost's ponderous tendencies resulted in his visits to the queen, or any other ailing cat, being rare. For Burntsky in particular, the suspicious tom awaited a dream which he could connect to her kits, for so far he had received little wisdom of them, a fact that made him uneasy tending to the queen without possessing such knowledge.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 17:35:18 GMT -5
Would anyone a- like to claim the mate of Burnstar and b- like to claim one of her kits? She can have as many as necessary (Within reason of course.)The russet shecat had been attempting to groom her silk coat when the medicine cat caught her attention, ears twitching forward at the sight of him, Burntsky straightened into what she dubbed to be a more elegant posture. It seemed the medicine cat had super-cat hearing, seeming to have heard the rumbling of her stomach even from his den. Though she supposed it was more common sense then it was some form of supernatural gift. She nodded a greeting to the silver tom cat as he made his steady way over. She cocked her head, for the love of StarClan not more herbs, every time the beautiful shecat hoped to think she had been presented with every herb the forest had to offer, the medicine cat managed to find something else to give her. Each more foul tasting than the last, she had learned the hard way. Of course she was grateful for his vigilant aid, she simply wished there was a catchall herb to stop her suffering. Perhaps even knock her unconscious until she woke to kits at her side, and no more having to sit around waiting; feeling as useless as the unborn creatures she carried. "Thank you Quickfrost," the shecat sounded genuine despite being laced with her usual nervous tone. She lowered her head to lap up the herbs, cringing at the sour taste she stood up once more. "Safe to say I think fish is still my favourite," she offered with an attempt at humour. Hoping his words would be true and the hunger would dim, if even a little. However her features moulded into a frown, "I do hope you have some left for the others," she said, worrisome. "I could have managed were there someone in more need."
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 8, 2019 18:15:22 GMT -5
[I'll definitely claim a kit! No mate to offer unfortunately!]
Quickfrost / Burntsky 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ As he watched the she-cat eat the burnet leaves, Quickfrost admired the queen's hardiness, always finishing the medicines he brought her right before him. Some cats, especially the youngest like Wildpaw, avoided his herbs, or even more foolishly, promised to eat them later, once Quickfrost had left. Though to him StarClan stayed silent on the kits, at least he knew their mother was strong.
However, Quickfrost rejected Burntsky's humorous tone. "That may be," he answered her comment, unamused, "But a fish will not promise strong future warriors." He addressed her concern about the others in a similar tone of a tom with little patience. "Nonsense, Burntsky. Plenty of herbs I have saved can aid a cat's strength and hunger. This one is especially for queens. And as far as any of our clanmates are concerned, you are in the most need." He flicked his tail as he lectured in his matter-of-fact fashion. "Unless, of course, anyone decides to get themselves hurt," he added grumpily. It was a private joke to himself, his own little humour. Quickfrost was so convinced of his faith, or at least what he believed to be special signs, that he thought it ridiculous to imagine any cat being injured without StarClan warning him beforehand.
"How do you feel? How much pain do they give you?" he asked her, surprising himself with his inquisitiveness toward another cat.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 18:26:53 GMT -5
The shecat listened to the toms attempts at easing her worrisome nature, his effectiveness was mediocre at best but the shecat knew he was unlikely to tell her the truth. The clan could well be on their last legs in terms of herb stocks, and all she'd be told was how they were thriving to keep her from being overly worrisome. It seemed like the entire clan had taken to treating her like a glass cannon, as though the slightest knock might leave her shattered. Such was the nature of a queen due to give birth in the depths of leafbare, it would seem, though that left her nonetheless frustrated by it. "If you say so," was all she deemed necessary as way of response, though an underlying tone of mild frustration was apparent. Even the sweet shecat seemed genuinely taken aback by the sudden appearance of a seemingly non-existent sweeter side of the tom. She shrugged her shoulders, her clanmates might well be secretive with her, but it was a two way path and the shecat tried to avoid being too forthcoming with such details, to prevent others worrying too much. "I'm fine," she replied with as honest a tone as she could muster. It seemed the kits never stopped kicking to the point where it left her feeling unwell, and sleep was growing more and more evasive. "I just can't wait until they come already, I feel fit to burst." She concluded with a grumbling sigh, lowering her head to rasp her tongue across the swell of her stomach.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 18:27:14 GMT -5
Good to know Stealthfire and no worries.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 8, 2019 19:32:11 GMT -5
Wildpaw/ Open Flicking his tail listlessly, Wildpaw crouched near the entrance of camp. The fluffy brown tom yawned, but his exhaustion would be entirely worth it if he was the first to hear news brought in by the dawn patrol. He positioned himself by the entrance often to catch any opportunities to explore that might be offered. But this morning, Wildpaw was especially in the mood for new adventure. Shaking himself awake with a ruffle of his heavy tabby pelt, Wildpaw turned to see if any other cats were awake. Squinting, he spotted Burntsky and Quickfrost. Not very promising in his opinion, the queen's kits were coming far too soon for her to accompany him outside of camp, and the medicine cat at best lecture him on StarClan. At worst, he would bring up Wildpaw's past. Why did Quickfrost care so much? Wildpaw couldn't even remember his parents, so why did it matter to the old tom? He returned to his watch of the entrance, resisting the urge to pounce on his own tail as it swayed behind him. All the apprentice could think about was darting into the trees and tracking this animal or that.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 8, 2019 19:55:12 GMT -5
Quickfrost / Burntsky 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ "You know," Quickfrost meowed in response to Burntsky's unsatisfied frustration at his words, "You should trust that I would tell you if difficult decisions needed to be made about who's to be taken care of. I know the others are keen to protect you from knowledge, but I believe you deserve the truth. StarClan knows, I care little for lying to protect."
The old tom wasn't one to hold back his words. With his point made, he turned his blue gaze to the she-cat's swollen form, attempting to predict their arrival. He shook his head. "You may feel fit to burst, but depending on how many kits you are carrying, we may not be as close as would be comfortable." Quickfrost then decided the strong she-cat deserved his support along with his candid words, she listened to him better than many others of the clan, for whom he found his sternness sufficed. "I will keep a closer watch on you, however," he conceded, "So if they are ready, they'll arrive as painlessly as I can promise."
He glanced over to Wildpaw, squirming around camp in the early hours. Quickfrost couldn't help but think about when he was found as a tiny kit. It had always bothered him, he couldn't have been along long to have survived in this wilderness, but his parentage alluded Quickfrost. So much fervour in such a young cat. Burntsky might be in pain now, but little warriors would have enough frenzy to consume all her energy for the six moons following her current state.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 20:07:37 GMT -5
Burntsky elicited a sound which came as close to a chuckle as any cat in the clan was likely to hear her emit, accompanied by a shake of her russet head. "Now now, Quickfrost," she scathed lowly, her ears perked forward but the slight glint in her gaze gave away the lack of malice. "I thought you promised never to lie," she drew her paw to her tongue, rasped it across and offered her ears a quick cleaning. "If I have anything to take from the clan's past queens," her stay in the nursery had thus far been a lonely one. "There is no such thing as a painless birth." Even if she didn't admit it aloud, that was the part she found herself terrified of. The idea that after this much effort, StarClan might snatch a kit from her, or even worse the entire litter she carried. The idea left her sickened. Forcing the stiffness from her frame, ignoring the fur bristling along her spine brought on by the very thought she shook herself. "As long as the kits come healthy, I care little for the state it causes me." She reasoned with a shrug of her shoulders, shy as she might have been she shared at least one trait to her contrasting clan - the will to do anything she could for a loved one. Her attention was drawn from their topic to the form of Wildpaw making his way across camp, she considered him for a moment. Chuckling a little to herself that one day she might regard her own kits in that state, though the idea that the little kicking creatures she carried might one day become warriors was a strange one to her. "Still no apprentice, Quickfrost?" She queried with a twitch of her ears, casting her gaze to the tom cat. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 20:10:38 GMT -5
I'm already having quite a lot of fun with these characters, I'm already looking forward to how this clan turns out!
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 8, 2019 20:26:01 GMT -5
(I have two toms if you’d like one for burntsky lol)
Blackheart awoke with a start, his fur bristled along his shoulders and ears flat with nervousness. Frantic grey orbs searched the warrior den, studying each sleeping mound. He relaxed seeing where he was and hastily licked the fur down along his spine. Reluctantly he stood from his warm spot beside Spitfire and made his way out into the clearing. Grey eyes scanned the grounds, nodding lightly to each member before he shook his thick fur against the cold air.
Spitfire slept peacefully in the warriors den, long fluffy tail curled tightly around him for warmth as he purred.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 8, 2019 20:38:24 GMT -5
[Yes same here, they're so fun, can't wait to try the others as well!]
Quickfrost / Burntsky @necromancer Quickfrost's whiskers twitched ever so slightly with amusement when Burntsky caught his contradiction. He turned away from her, gazing out across the water, the gentle morning light bringing peace on its surface. Quickfrost would promise to ease her pain, but could never promise the safety of her kits, not without a sign of their fate. This was the main reason for his anxiety over the absence of omens involving these new lives. Quickfrost's preference for StarClan's prayer instead of sorting through herbs was in part because he was all too aware of the limitations medicine cats had through plants alone. With only his herbal knowledge to guide him, he would be making to guarantees for the kits' health. "Pray to StarClan for your kits, and I will pray to them for you," he bargained, knowing the she-cat, like most queens, already valued her kits over herself.
"Ah, an apprentice, well...they are not yet in our clan. I will know my apprentice from the moment I see them," he foretold. The tom had been on his own for so long at this point, the thought of trying to transfer all his knowledge, his faith, his understanding of the world to another cat, especially a young one, was out of his comprehension. Perhaps he was waiting for perfection, and so long as his limbs still worked, he would hold out as long as it took to find it.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 20:43:54 GMT -5
Reminder to everyone, I know it is difficult when it comes to starters but the minimum is 6 lines per character. That doesn't include two characters in a single post. i.e. 6 lines for Blackheart, 6 lines for Spitefire.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 20:56:38 GMT -5
Swaying her hindquarters briefly as she stood up, trying to find a more comfortable position made ever evasive from the rounded swell of her stomach. She listened to the medcine cat's solemn words, a slight smile etching onto her soft expression. Part of her was grateful for the tom's honesty, knowing his greatest faith was in the stars and thus it was the kindest gift he might offer to promise his prayers for her. But still she shook her head, "Keep your prayers for these rambunctious little ones," she decided with a twitch of her whiskers, sending her gaze skywards to the greying clouds overhead. "I fear more for them than I do for myself," she said with a low sigh. Despite her hunger the kits still seemed strong, she only hoped this would remain the same for as long as she could ensure their safety. Even though she was among the better fed in the clan, the ribs along her sides were bginning to show through the thickness of her pelt, and it was even more noticeable among the warriors. It would be a hungry leafbare, and she found herself begging anything that would listen that her little ones wouldn't succumb to it. "None of the warriors offering promise?" she chuckled quietly to herself, "I'm sure Blackheart is full of promise," her whiskers twitched. Knowing this was a difficult season to go through alone, she pondered briefly if one of her own little ones might rise to the role. "One of my little ones might show themselves to be a prodigy, if you can put up with spending too much time with a cat like me."
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 8, 2019 21:44:59 GMT -5
(Okay)
Spitfire yawned as he drowsily lifted his head and peered around for a moment. Random patches of orange fur stuck up in odd places as he lazily got to his paws and arched his back in a stretch. With a quiet sigh he shook his fur free of moss and quietly made his way out of the warriors den. Once out in the cold he shivered a bit and looked around camp. Easily the lean Tom bounded over to Blackheart and nudged the large male. “Why are you always up before me” he complained and started to rasp his tongue over his paw before swiping it across his ears to clean them while his tail swished calmly behind him. “Actually ignore that question let’s go hunting I’m starving” he quickly interjected before he had the time to respond to his first question, just a glance at the fresh-kill pile made his stomach growl in disappointment at the small helping.
Blackheart almost hissed in hostility at being snuck up on but let his fur lie flat as he realized it was only his friend. Grey eyes rolled at the toms question as he shook his head and looked away. Just as he was about to respond Another question was thrown his way and he glared over at Spitfire with a frown. “Alright let’s go then before we become statues just by sitting here” his deep raspy mew came out as he stood and stretched his limbs. Taking the lead he made his way along the rocky edges and out Towards ghost whispers with his friend in tow, nodding respectfully towards Quickfrost and Burntsky. “We will try and get you guys something this morning if we can find it” he called lightly to them, knowing the queen and medicine cat should eat before anyone else.
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