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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 7, 2020 5:02:56 GMT -5
(Mallowkit: rolls a nat 20 on sneak and Goatfrost can't find him. How freaked would Goatfrost be if Mallowkit was really good at hiding?) It didn't take much consideration. Mallowkit's fur at once bushed out with excitement and he hopped a bit here and there, lightly moving from foot to foot. "Hide and seek," he said with a grin. He looked around as soon as he said, head already trying to work out where to hide and what to do. He wanted to be good at this. He wanted to impress the warrior. Mallowkit butted his head against Goatfrost's side in an attempt to hurry him along in what could only be assumed was to count, since as soon as he'd rammed his small and fuzzy head into Goatfrost's side, he was off and running in the opposite direction. "Don't peak!" Mallowkit called over his shoulder, gate loping, but otherwise moving pretty smoothly and quickly. His little tail was still easy to spot, however.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 7, 2020 13:58:51 GMT -5
Salmonwhisker riverclan camp | accompanied by Velvetfur Salmonwhisker sat up as the dark tabby tom approached, watching him through narrowed green eyes. So he had taken the bait. Velvetfur padded up to him with a purr in his throat, eyes flashing as though he were planning something -- be it Salmonwhisker's demise or how best to court him; it was hard to tell sometimes. The ginger warrior nonchalantly licked a paw and drew it over his ear, determined not to give Velvetfur the satisfaction of seeing him unsettled. He was not about to let the other tom get under his skin.
"I'd say the sun's made you rather hot, but you don't need the sun for that," Velvetfur mused, resting his head on Salmonwhisker's flank and gazing up at him with pale amber eyes. There was mischief in his mew, as if he were daring him to move away. Salmonwhisker managed not to flinch.
"Yes, I am aware. But thank you for noticing," he replied, his tone cavalier. He fixed his eyes on the water sliding by, rising now and again to lap at his paws. "I was considering going for a swim, as a matter of fact. Have to keep up appearances, you know. The water does wonders for my coat."
It was an excuse and an indirect invitation; he would be glad to escape the other warrior's attention, but if Velvetfur insisted on coming along, he knew of a few ways to make this encounter more interesting for both of them. The egotistical tabby could never resist a friendly competition.
Heronglide riverclan camp | accompanied by Silverstep, Sledgestep, & Swanpaw Heronglide hesitated, his fur prickling with impatience. Sunningrocks? I thought this was supposed to be a hunting patrol. They were warriors, not lazy elders. They couldn't spend all day lounging around in the sun. Unlike some cats, he thought with a glance in Salmonwhisker's direction. His Clanmate had been sunbathing for most of the morning while Heronglide and the rest of the Clan were hard at work. What a waste.
He knew what Silverstep and Sledgestep would say, though. Oh, Heronglide, relax! You need to give yourself a break once in awhile! Though he wouldn't admit it, a subconscious part of him was yearning to get his paws wet again. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone for a swim just for swimming's sake. And Sledgestep was right, infuriatingly: the heat had been unbearable lately... Holding back a sigh, he nodded to the other two warriors. "Sunningrocks. Sounds great. I can take my apprentice out for some hunting practice, too."
Sledgestep fell into the lead, and Heronglide and Silverstep padded after him to the camp's exit. "Swanpaw," Heronglide called to the small white tom as they crossed the camp. "Look sharp. We're heading out."
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 7, 2020 15:24:18 GMT -5
Dusttail (open)- RiverClan Camp
After talking with Sorghumnose, the tom wandered around camp waiting to do something else. He thought about how well Sorghumnose will help her beetle friend adjust to Clan life with a bunch of cats, and if anybody noticed.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 7, 2020 16:15:12 GMT -5
D E W P O U N C E in camp, accompanied by jaegerwing
As usual, Dewpounce was wrestling with her fur. Earlier that morning, she'd discovered a tangle beneath her arm, pulling on her skin and causing her eyes to water. It wasn't a strange thing to find. She liked to tell Sledgestep that it was her curse, to have such a difficult pelt—a punishment passed down by her ancestors for a long forgotten crime, committed by someone with equally long and forgotten fur. It wasn't true, of course, but it was a welcomed distraction from the tedious task of grooming herself—besides, Sledgestep never seemed to grow bored of the things she told him.
She couldn't imagine Jaegerwing behaving in the same way.
Lifting her head, Dewpounce turned to look at the warrior. Her tongue poked from her mouth like a pink petal, but it was hidden behind a thick tuft of knotted fur. She spat it out as he greeted her, and it fell to the ground like a wet feather—very lovely, indeed.
"A river?" she mused, her whiskers twitching thoughtfully. "I might have been flattered, if only our own wasn't so shrunken, Jaegerwing."
Shaking her head to fluff her fur, the warrior paused as she settled against the sun-warmed ground. Her eyes closed in a pleasantly relaxed sort of way, so she swiveled her ears to catch his voice.
Tactical advantages, he said. Somehow, she had a hard time imagining what those might be, with the image of Salmonwhisker's scoffing face appearing beneath her eyelids. In all fairness, however, Salmonwhisker had a reputation for being a bit... dramatic. So, even if Jaegerwing's idea wasn't entirely foolish, there was still the possibility that he might earn himself a snort of disbelief. She supposed that she would just have to judge his idea for herself. He'd proven himself to be relatively clever in the past, right?
Peeking open an eye, she flicked her tail with a chuckle. "Tell it to me, then," she purred, and beckoned for him to sit with her. "I can't guarantee that I'll find it any less amusing than Salmonwhisker would, though. You haven't convinced me of its merit, yet."
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 7, 2020 16:36:20 GMT -5
Swanpaw He quickly raised his head when he heard his name. Took you long enough, thought Swanpaw, fairly crossly. Yet he hid his emotions and trudged forward to the patrol. He was still imagining as he joined it. He didn't bother hiding the fact that he wasn't really paying attention until he asked, with his mom's sense of curiosity, "Where are we going?".
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 7, 2020 17:56:01 GMT -5
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Sunning Rocks with Heronglide, Sledgestep, + Swanpaw The silver tabby molly was clearly oblivious to Heronglide's obvious distaste, though her intentions were true to the hunting patrol. Sunning Rocks was just across the river, and the river was full of fish! Nothing sounded better to Silverstep than catching a pile of slippery minnows and then lounging on the rocks for a bit, resting her tired legs. She twitched an ear as she realized Sledgestep seemed deeply lost in thought, but decided it was best if she didn't intrude. When Heronglide's white apprentice came bounding up, the young warrior purred lightly in his direction, offering him a friendly smile. "Sunning rocks!" she replied eagerly, picking up the pace as the patrol slithered out of camp. "Best place for yummy fish, also the rocks are perfect for lounging on after going for a swim." Her explanation had been warm-hearted and playful, the she-cat's blue eyes glowing with excitement. "I keep getting stuck on border patrols, so this will be fun!" Her mew was tinged with enthusiasm and her trot matched it perfectly. She walked with her head and tail high, a small bounce in her step as if she were an apprentice herself. Silverstep had always been known to find the best in herself, and in others. "I didn't know you had an apprentice!" she mewed quietly to Heronglide, admiration glittering all over her face. "Is it your first?" So many questions, it was clear the young warrior hadn't gotten her own apprentice yet. Perhaps that's why she was being so nosy in the first place.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 7, 2020 18:41:39 GMT -5
"Hey Dusttail!" called a warrior, bounding over. Mockingjay's tail was held high as he walked over, expression bright. "How are you?" He glanced around, not sure what Dusttail had been up to or what he had been planning to do. Hopefully he hadn't just interrupted something. Long tail waving, the tom sat and tilted his head. "What were you up to?" He was trying to around about ask if he was interrupting something. Hopefully Dusttail would be able to pick up on that.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 7, 2020 20:30:30 GMT -5
Heronglide heading to Sunningrocks | accompanied by Silverstep, Sledgestep, & Swanpaw Heronglide didn't pause for Swanpaw to catch up to them, but he did slow down. Silverstep greeted the young apprentice with an eager purr, her blue eyes gleaming, and told him about their destination. "Yay! Sunningrocks!" the white tom exclaimed. Swanpaw scampered ahead, no doubt lost in his own head again, and Heronglide set after him and Sledgestep at a brisk pace.
Beside him, Silverstep walked with a spring in her step, her own excitement nearly matching the apprentice's. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Heronglide couldn't keep a small Mona Lisa smile from stealing across his face. As the molly gazed admiringly at him, the white-and-grey tom ducked his head, embarrassed. He couldn't understand why anybody would look at him like that -- like he was worth something -- when he was clearly nothing special. His dedication defined him. It was his one good trait, if you asked him. The rest was average at best. Consistently mediocre.
Heronglide managed to gain control of his face again, and reset his expression to a slight frown. He cocked an eyebrow at Silverstep's question. It? "Er, no, he's not my first." Was he supposed to be keeping track? "My last apprentice before Swanpaw was Rainhead. She was a good student. Bright, alert, and always paying attention," he called to Swanpaw, raising his voice to emphasize the last three words. The young tom was clever, but often seemed lost in daydreams.
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 7, 2020 20:49:17 GMT -5
Swanpaw To sunningrocks // Heronglide, Silverstep, and Sledgestep He barely heard what Heronglide was saying-he was too busy imagining being with Lizardpaw and becoming Swanstar-but he decided that he should respond, still a bit annoyed at nearly being left behind (or so he perceived), and he wanted to deflect this obvious attempt at embarrassing him. He said, "I am listening, though!", hoping that he would get a reaction.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 7, 2020 21:42:12 GMT -5
Goatfrost » Alright, hide and seek it was. He could do that. Goatfrost doubted the game would be too hard, after all, how well could a kit hide? Mallowkit was small, but the fluffy warrior doubted the young tom would make this difficult. He assumed the kit would end up giving his hiding spot away in some way or another, but Goatfrost supposed he was about to find out if that was true or not. When he had been a kit he had thought his hiding skills were pretty good, but looking back on it now he could realize that his hiding skills as a kit had been below even subpar - he could blame it on all the fluff he had. There was no way he could have been able to hide well with as fluffy as he had been, and even now he was sure his fluff would be a detriment to his ability to hide.
Goatfrost couldn’t help but laugh every so softly when Mallowkit rammed his little head against his side. ”I’m not looking, I’m not looking,” he told the kit as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. Even if he thought it would be hard to find Mallowkit the warrior wasn’t about to cheat at the game and peek out to watch where Mallowkit was going. With his eyes closed he started to count, making sure he was loud enough for Mallowkit to hear him even as he bounded away. ”One, two, three…”
[ oh man he would probably lowkey freak out if he couldn't find Mallowkit, go into some panic because he's anxious pssh ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 7, 2020 21:43:00 GMT -5
Velvetfur » Velvetfur knew he was practically poking a sleeping bear with a stick. He was aware of Salmonwhisker’s faint distaste of him, but there was nothing there that would indicate that the ruddy tomcat would do anything to harm him for his antics. He had never raised a paw to Velvetfur before, and Velvetfur was sure he never would. This was all in fun banter, even if Velvetfur did sometimes cross some lines that changed him from a challenging nuisance to a downright annoying pest. So maybe instead of poking a sleeping bear, he was poking something a little less dangerous. Like a mouse. Yeah, he was poking a sleeping mouse.
He was pulled from these thoughts when Salmonwhisker mentioned going on a swim. Velvetfur perked his ears up in interest and pulled his head away from the other tom’s flank. ”A swim, you say?” He questioned with a flick of his tail, amber eyes sliding over to gaze at the river water lapping on the shore nearby. ”Say, Salmonwhisker, would you be so kind as to let me accompany you? It’s always safer to swim with a friend, you never know when the current might try to take you.” Realistically the river probably couldn’t take anything with how low it was, and if it did the injuries would only be minor if there even were any, but Velvetfur was going to keep up the bravado act - not like it was really an act, the charcoal Bengal was just naturally like that to begin with.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 8, 2020 7:43:32 GMT -5
Dusttail (open)- RiverClan Camp After talking with Sorghumnose, the tom wandered around camp waiting to do something else. He thought about how well Sorghumnose will help her beetle friend adjust to Clan life with a bunch of cats, and if anybody noticed. Snakestorm | Camp | Thunderheart57 | graphics made by Akumiralko
The unkempt calico had been up to pretty much nothing within the camp's marvelous terrain. Cats were up and about which hadn't bothered her in the slightest besides the sun's rays hitting her eyes directly. She blinked, it was a pain enough finding a good spot to relax when it was this bright and hot. It was then Snakestorm spotted Dusttail nudging at someone er something now that she was thinking harder about it. It didn't take long for her to get on her paws approaching the warrior. "How's it going Dusttail?" She meowed, padding towards the tom. Dusttail (Snakestorm)- RiverClan Camp The tom nodded. “I’m fine, Snakestorm. Sorghumnose and I were talking about our beetle friend, Carapacewing. We don’t know exactly how to train a beetle to fight yet, but we’ll figure it out,” he mentioned to the she cat.
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Aug 8, 2020 9:33:49 GMT -5
{Ack sorry for not being on it's been super chaotic this week, give me a moment and I'll start typing replies}
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Aug 8, 2020 10:19:22 GMT -5
Lotusbreeze Lotusbreeze purred at the mottled molly's joke. She had found her pretty funny and pretty cool even if she did compliment her a bit much. Although she couldn't complain she really had no one else to talk too so having a friend made being in the Clan a bit easier. Although she couldn't understand why she wasn't that liked around the Clan. Afterall, she was pretty, graceful, and charming. She fluffed her fur a bit to make herself look more regal. However, she figured it was because she always wanted/needed attention. She always needed compliments. Though Lilypetal's weren't fake or didn't seem to be.
The lilac molly figured her compliments weren't fake due to the fact she was her friend now. Instead of being self-conscious of her egotistical behavior, she wanted to have fun. "I don't know I can be pretty bratty," the molly replied to the mottled molly's response to the pitty party. She then flicked her tail around as she saw the bustling of cats coming and going. She then gave a satisfied purr. This might be the start of a new her, new beginnings as some would say. But she felt better now, more than she had for moons.
Dewdrop Dewdrop gave a purr at Creekpaw's form while the landing was messy along with the scuffle he was beaming with pride. She had caught it! He was so proud he couldn't help but leap off the rock with joy. "You did it! I knew you could," the white tom purred. He was so full of pride nuzzling her head. He then stopped realizing he was acting like a proud parent and he gave a sheepish grin. "Oh, um sorry got caught up in the moment."
"Now your landing could use some work as well as your scuffle," he said but with a purr still beaming with pride. He then gets into his hunter's crouch stalking imaginary prey. He then stopped and he looked over at the white molly. "Now when you get close enough to them you stay still lie down a little. Then wait for a little and then pounce," he said. Dewdrop was hoping he was making some sense. He was worried he might have lost her and he might have to actually show her with prey. He didn't mind if he had too otherwise he would be a terrible mentor.
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2020 15:56:27 GMT -5
[ i've got sorghumnose open ^^ ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2020 16:08:41 GMT -5
(i have everyone but antlerpaw open!)
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Post by Falconwing on Aug 8, 2020 17:00:04 GMT -5
▪¤▪ Timbersnarl ▪ ¤▪ Riverclan Territory-> Destination Unknown (lol) Otterheart @stitchlover20 "Sounds good to me." Swishing his tail back and forth Timbersnarl began to focus on the hunt ahead. Getting out of camp and away from all the different scents of his clanmates would definitely help clear his troubled mind. As they padded out of camp and into the heart of Riverclan territory Timbersnarl noticably drew in a deep breath, took a moment, and then released it along with his troubled thoughts. Turning his head the dark tom cast his pale blue gaze upon Otterheart. "Thanks for inviting me to get out of camp with you", he meowed kindly in his deep tone. The normally aggressive tom, feeling not so feisty. @stitchlover20 just in case you didnt see it
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 8, 2020 17:27:27 GMT -5
"Hey Dusttail!" called a warrior, bounding over. Mockingjay's tail was held high as he walked over, expression bright. "How are you?" He glanced around, not sure what Dusttail had been up to or what he had been planning to do. Hopefully he hadn't just interrupted something. Long tail waving, the tom sat and tilted his head. "What were you up to?" He was trying to around about ask if he was interrupting something. Hopefully Dusttail would be able to pick up on that. Dusttail (Mockingjay + Snakestorm)- RiverClan Camp Dusttail saw Mockingjay walk up to him and Snakestorm. “Ah, I didn’t hear you over my conversation with Snakestorm. How are you doing, Mockingjay? Did you hear about Carapacewing, Sorghumnose’s pet beetle? He’s adorable,” he said to his fellow Clanmate.
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Post by Emberstar 🔥 on Aug 8, 2020 17:44:23 GMT -5
Btw Velvetshine is open for interaction
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Aug 8, 2020 18:05:05 GMT -5
(Sorry they are short > . <) »Birchpelt ♦𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 blah ♦ Camp
The tom trotted into camp holding a pump bird, he'd managed the catch it earlier in the day, but it was the only thing he'd gotten. The small animal had stopped by the water to get a drink and he'd taken that chance to get it. Birchpelt made his way to the freshkill pile quickly dropping off his bird, it seemed to be getting hard to catch anything recently. He wondered if anyone else was having the same trouble. He been to the gathering and heard all the news from the other leaders It seemed like this heat was effecting everyone. Minus Thunderclan, they claimed they were totally fine. He wondered about that though. He didn't like this heat, he had dark fur and that just made things worse. »Honeywhisper ♦𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 blah ♦ Camp
The honey colored molly was curled up in a warm patch in camp. Well, actually just a patch in camp everywhere really had become a warm patch. So she had a lot of spots to choose from now. She'd been on a patrol the night before and had a bit of trouble going to sleep after. It didn't take long to the warmth to turn into an uncomfortable heat for Honeywhisper. So she sat up shaking herself out a bit and she moved to what shade she could find in camp seated herself down and began grooming herself. The slightly fluffy warrior always made sure she looked nice, her fur was always getting dirty. Not that she was really one to complain about it or anything. She just sort of dealt with it by grooming herself in the mornings when she had time like this, and night before she went to bed. It had become a habit for actually she couldn't sleep unless she did it.
Once her fur was in order and neat that way she liked her eyes scanned camp, it was to hot to be sitting around. There had to be something she could do, maybe go hunting? Or go check the boarders and relax or something. Right? That was productive?
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 8, 2020 20:29:12 GMT -5
Sledgestep with Silverstep, Heronglide && Swanpaw // headed to Sunningrocks
If Sledgestep had caught on to Heronglide's animosity for their set hunting spot to be Sunnings Rocks then he didn't make it known, the tom mainly kept his gaze forward until he heard Swanpaw's "Where are we going". Since when had the apprentice caught up to them? It took longer than Sledgestep would like to admit when he realized that he was Heronglide's. Weird, he hadn't heard the gray and white tomcat for the young apprentice. He honestly though that Swanpaw had saw them leaving and decided to join without saying anything. Perhaps he should pay attention to the ever growing patrol and not on a certain molly. Whatever, maybe he'd bring Dewpounce a fish back so that way she'd have to acknowledge him. Silverstep's questions became background noise as her and Heronglide had a conversation of past apprentices, Sledgestep's amber gaze settled on the young white tom that padded beside him. He couldn't help but snort as Swanpaw spoke up, claiming that he'd be listening when it'd been quite obvious that he wasn't.
Tail lashing, Sledgestep grinned at Swanpaw and tilted his head. "Say, Swanpaw, will this be your first time going out to Sunningrocks?" He asked the apprentice, not sure if he'd been shown the whole territory just yet. Though, knowing Heronglide, he probably managed a full tour on the apprentices first day of being a 'paw. Either way, the tabby was just trying to keep conversation with Swanpaw.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 8, 2020 20:58:52 GMT -5
Littlefin open, mentions Basscloud // camp, outside the nursery
Despite her kits being halfway through their kittenhood, Littlefin couldn't help but look at her bundles of joy as if they'd just been born yesterday. Like they were the most precious things in the world, not ready for the harsh realities they'd have to face as apprentices and then later as warriors when the time came. Even thinking about it nearly broke the she-cat's heart, motherly instincts telling her that she needed to protect her young from every hardship they'd have to deal with. Though, she knows that like hatchlings, one day she's just going to have to let them fly the nest on their own. Fortunately, she still has some time before that day has to come.
As her kits napped beside her belly, Littlefin soaked in their warmth and leaned down to give the one closest to her, Seakit, a swift lick to her head. She relished in this peaceful moment, knowing they didn't come often, before she knew she'd have to get up. Her belly had been growling for quite some time, and while she was no longer producing any milk, her kits old enough for solid food, the molly knew she'd need to eat while she still had the chance. A meal where little paws weren't climbing over her, or tiny fangs nibbling on her ears and toes was Starclan sent. So, while it pained her to leave her kittens alone in their nest, Littlefin knew they'd be fine for the short time it'd take for her to snatch a fish for herself.
After one last look at her sleeping kits, Littlefin turned and ducked through the exit of the nursery. Heat instantly clung to her short-furred pelt, but the queen didn't mind it just yet, she wouldn't be directly exposed to it for long. Her thin paws brought her to the fresh-kill, the heat having made even the freshest caught fish look slightly unappetizing. But, if she wanted to keep her energy she would have to eat. Picking out shimmery chub, Littlefin took the fish and sat just outside of the nursery.
Before she dug into the meal, the she-cat's green eyes scanned the camps clearing, searching for the familiar tabby pelt of her mate, Basscloud. Perhaps she could persuade him to sit with her while she ate. Her chest swelled with pride every time she thought of the father of her kits, and what a great father he was. Littlefin couldn't imagine anyone else to be a parent with other than Basscloud.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2020 6:58:55 GMT -5
primroseclaw- inky His prefix had stopped fitting him years ago. He had been named for the white flower due to being like a flower as a kit. Small. frail. So very easily crumpled. But now the vision of the small, gentle kit was gone, replaced with a burly black and white tom with only Clan duties on his mind. (He had thought about asking Cloudstar for a name change. The issue: He liked his name more than he liked talking to Cloudstar.) His thick, dark pelt made the summer heat harder than it needed to be. Not that he'd ever let anyone know this- he was too prideful for such things. He remembered how his first apprentice, seasons ago, would become drowsy in the heat, asking for breaks in their training. But he had pushed them, and pushed them- breaks are a sign of weakness, there's no breaks when work must be done.There's no breaks when work must be done. He glanced at the fresh-kill pile- it was wearing thin- and then over to the striped tom beside it. Birchpelt. He had never often talked to the silver tabby, but something within him felt they should chat. And after all, Birchpelt had been to the Gathering- and nobody told Primroseclaw how said Gathering had went. "How was the Gathering last night?" asked the big black and white tom in his baritone voice, approaching Birchpelt. "I have not been told much of it."
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