ᖴᗩᒪᒪᗴᑎᑕᒪᗩᑎ~Heart and Soul~ The Dawn of Danger

(Oh come'on -_- I can't think of any other decent name)

(Well, I just made a new name... I guess it's okay tho. Not exactly THAT great in my opinion... but good. I guess)

| Hawkflame | Ƭнє Ɗяєαмєя✧ | Hawkflame is a short furred, slightly scarred tom. He has a dark orange colored pelt, spotted with white and yellow, almost a tortoiseshell color. Hawkflame has yellow eyes, usually unreadable, and a black nose. He's very small and puny looking for his age and ferocity, and those who have never met him usually overlook him. | Hawkflame is a very complicated cat, and his feelings are ever-so-changing. There really isn't any way to describe how he usually acts, although he is known to be slightly insecure and explode in anger. Even though he's known for having 'anger issues,' those who have known him for a very long time usually trust him. He actually does have a soft spot and likes many cats, but is afraid to show it. As shy as he is, his anger problems are also correct. With his father abusing him since he was a kit, he started randomly hating cats in general and then liked them later on. | Tom | 56 moons | Warrior | As a kit, Hawkflame's father had always had Alzheimer's disease. This disease was passed on to Hawkflame, slightly, which explains his problems. However, he would've been better if his father hadn't abused him so much by clawing and spiting at him whenever he felt like it. | Whiskerfalls. |

and I hope it's not taken. I checked over the names.

Pinefrost flinched a little at Willowbranch's greeting. He hadn't noticed her approaching, given how he had begun to just stare off into space.
"Nothing!" He replied sharply, giving her a confused expression. A moment later though, it clicked in his mind that she was just being... friendly. Wow, nice going there.
Pinefrost's tense posture melted into a more relaxed pose, and his expression returned to its naturally irritated state. He sighed, "I just got back. That's all."
Then in a clumsy effort to seem amiable he tilted his head at Willowbranch and gave an uncomfortable smile, "Uh, what are you doing?"

"That's too bad." Pinefrost said dully as he looked at Willowbranch. His tail circled around his paws as he shifted his weight. His chest tightened slightly. He hated feeling like this whenever he talked to his clanmates. It made him feel broken. He was either impulsively rude or awkwardly quiet. It was as if he'd completely forgotten how to joke around or chat.
He dug his claws into the dirt, remembering the decision he'd come to before returning to camp.
"I lost my catch this morning, too." He admitted slowly and then looked at his paws, "Maybe, later, we could go hunting together?"

[Sorry that took so long. My computer shut off unexpectedly.]

"Okay," Willowbranch agreed. Perhaps with both of them working together they might catch something good. She smiled. "It'll be fun."

"Great." Pinefrost couldn't manage to put a smile with that assertion, but it was good enough. Fun. Right.
Glancing in Oakstar's direction, but still speaking to Willowbranch, Pinefrost mumbled, "Are the apprentice trials today?"

Pinefrost wrinkled his nose and breathed, "Nah." Not worth the effort. It just meant he'd have to hang around camp just in case.
He looked back at Willowbranch, a faintly bored expression creasing his face. What now? "Wanna take that hunt now? Or would the prey still be hiding after our flubbed hunts?"

Pinefrost's eyes widened in surprise at how uncanny it was and then the first genuine smile he'd had all day snuck across his face, "Wow. No kidding. I fell out of a tree, too."
He flicked his ears to the west, "Let's try near the Silent Stream. I haven't hunted near there for a while."

[much flirting between crushes. the kits attacked oakstar for fun. hunting. general apprentice duties. socializing. apprentice trials are due to occur soon.]

Okie Dokie thanks))

Frostpaw purred so that only Moonpaw could hear.

(Cool name!)

Moonpaw stood still and waited for oakstar response.

(Are stuck here without deamon want rp them in the clans of the Amazon?)

"Weird," Willowbranch mewed, chuckling a little. She nodded at his next words. "Alright. Lead the way."

Pinefrost lead the way from camp and veered westward. He walked purposefully, but kept a slow pace so that conversation wouldn't be hard. Maybe he was overthinking the whole being social thing, but it'd been a while. You don't just roll out of several moons of terrible mornings and worse nights. Still, Willowbranch and her brother had been born and raised in Fallenclan alongside Pinefrost and his siblings, so it shouldn't be that hard to find common ground.
"How is Dapplefur doing?"
To be honest, Pinefrost didn't really care. But he stunk at small talk. He was better at listening.

[So upon realizing Willowbranch is clanborn, I think she'd have some context about Pinefrost and his siblings. Pinefrost is from a litter of five. One died in a badger attack. two later died from greencough. and a while later his fourth and favorite sibling died in a rainstorm. They passed away all in the course of a year. Pinefrost was never really social or cheerful to begin with, but it got worse after they died.]