Post by Avalon on Dec 6, 2018 18:06:59 GMT -5
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Sunsting was perched on the crag that overlooked Moonclan. The leader's den was carved into the rock face behind the crag and the deputy's den was just opposite and below the crag. The leader's den had a blanket of moss and other overgrowth hanging down over its opening whereas the deputy's den was covered solely by tall grass on the worn dirt and gravel below. The clearing was a patchwork of contrasting light and shadows that filtered down through the canopy the tall, leafy trees provided. The rock face wasn't very big; it was a large boulder-like structure and cut down jaggedly in a quarter-circle to her right but was just about a 'cliff' off a little ways to her left. The camp's border was a structure of trees and brambles with a little stream that cut through it and split the camp in half diagonally. It was shallow and thin enough to be far from dangerous, however, it wasn't advised to let the young kits play in it. The territory itself was a thick forest that came off from their border with Amberclan and made up a good portion of their territory. To the back of their territory until it hit the unknown territory, it was stone and gravel. The camp was in the forested part, but the stone field wasn't altogether far away. Sunsting closed her leaf-green eyes and let the gentle, warm, green-leaf breeze catch in her whiskers and ruffle her short, scarlet fur. The deputy was content sitting up on the crag and letting the breeze warm her pelt. --
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Echopaw brushed past the soft grass and ferns as he emerged from the apprentice's den. The white and tan(ish) marbled tom noticed Sunsting sitting on the crag and he also caught notice that they weren't the only cats stirring. The rest of the clan was coming alive and he didn't want to miss being assigned to a patrol. With this in mind, the tom briskly padded over to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a black squirrel. He easily stepped over the small stream as he padded to a patch of sunlight that had broken through the overhead canopy and the apprentice got to work eating the prey.
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Featherheart stretched out, her short fawn fur being smoothed by a soft wind that filtered into Amberclan's camp. She stretch her toes and extended her claws, letting her body wake up to the scent of her clanmates. The medicine cat straightened up and padded from the ivy-laden medicine cat den and over toward the fresh-kill pile. Amberclan's territory was a mix of tall-grassed fields, scrubland, and forest which gave way into Moonclan territory. A thick river ran from the border into their own territory and, so, the fresh-kill pile was a mix of rabbits, mice, vole, some fish, and other critters. She pulled a rabbit down from the pile and settled down on the soft grass. The camp was nestled askew in the territory where the three land-types more or less met. Her own den was part of a fallen log that was generally hollowed out, but sturdy enough not to collapse in on itself. She settled down to eat the hare, letting its taste and smell envelop her senses.--
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Rosepaw groaned as light filtered into the apprentice den. The runt of a she-cat turn on her side and tried to block out the sun by pawing over her muzzle. It was safe to say it didn't work. At all. Mumbling, she got to her paws and stretched out. The little light she-cat was a cacophony of white and tan marbling with a charcoal brown tail and ginger eyes. She trudged out of the apprentice den that smelled sweetly of honeydew and sat in a patch of shade to groom her short fur.