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Post by Ember34 on Feb 15, 2021 15:17:31 GMT -5
that could happen, as people do hunt for like rabbit furs and such, and its summer in the rp if i recall right, would be perfect time for hunters to be out)
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Feb 15, 2021 16:10:32 GMT -5
if i don't reply in two to three days, pls tag me or shot me a message on discord 90& of the time, i forgot you replied.
just gonna leave this here. i'll be back tonight to actually type words. <3
Rainstar outside of camp, by the creek With Flurrywing / @ aether
Mixed reports was never on the top of the list that would make Rainstar happy. She disliked like them as deputy and she despised them now as leader. How was she supposed to ensure that Larchclan didn't parish when she didn't even have all of answers. Ridiculous.
"Oh yes, we are all going to starve," Rainstar meowed with a wry tone. Her green eyes twinkled. "I'll be sure to inform the skittish apprentices," that would weed out who was ready for a crisis situation. Some could handle while others were struggle. With the upcoming newleaf, she would have to start assessments once again. She was just glad nobody died this leafbare.
Rainstar wasn't terribly bothered by the other molly's sudden closeness. It wasn't like they haven't known each other their whole lives, oh wait. She made a noise. "Tulip trails should be getting ready to bloom," she mused and nodded her head in agreement, "It probably would be the best place to actually catch something." If there was growth, there would be critters to eat.
"Unless we get another cold snap like last newleaf," Rainstar scowled. That was the worst. The clan thought they were in the clear and another brutal frost hit them. It still mildly affected their herb stores."I think you're right," the snow coloured molly nodded her head, "Tulip trails it is." Her head tipped to the side and her eyes narrowed pensively as Rainstar scowled about the cold snap. It had certainly been a shock last newleaf, the prey all returned to their burrows and the cats were left hungry once again. "Here, lets just hope it doesn't happen." She finished with a firm nod. With a flick of her long bushy tail, she encouraged the leader to follow as she began to pad away from the creek and in the direction of the tulip trail. Around them, trees that had lost their leaves during the cold season were finally starting to see greenery again while nearby bushes were also beginning to see spots of flowery colour.
For a short while the molly moved in silence, enjoying the company of her leader without the need for small talk. Then, somewhat abruptly, she halted and looked at the silver molly beside her. "I forgot, but I've been meaning to ask," her yellow eyes had a serious look to them, "I've been noticing more scents of rogues in the territory. I'm sure leafbare drove them to hunt in our territory, but they haven't respected our borders." Flurrywing knew this was the kind of conversation the leader should have with her deputy, however, Flurrywing felt comfortable to speak with Rainstar regarding these issues. "I haven't seen anyone myself but I've caught wind of fresh scents before." On a hunt or during a patrol; it seemed the rogues were becoming more confident.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Feb 15, 2021 16:11:36 GMT -5
[ yeah it's newleaf. i am not sure about fur-trapping laws. but this is fiction xD if we have hunters in spring, we can do hunters in spring lol ]
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Feb 15, 2021 16:24:04 GMT -5
(I’ll be on tomorrow to get replies up!)
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Post by aether on Feb 15, 2021 17:21:52 GMT -5
[ the twolegs could start trying to catch them because of the 'cat problem' from their perspective lol
or idk what everyone else would think about this but we could mess around with the idea of an aggressive rogue group wanting to take over the territory? just a thought, don't gotta do it if everyone doesn't vibe it lol ]
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 15, 2021 19:15:55 GMT -5
[ I like the idea of trappers and/or an ambitious rogue o: Also I’ll try to get replies up later tonight or tomorrow! I’m currently snowed in and can’t get to work so I’ve got some extra days off now ]
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
Vote for Stoatstar or Windstar 2024 for Myrtleclan leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 15, 2021 19:27:10 GMT -5
hope you stay safe Feathertalon)
and yea a rogue group sounds like it could be fun concept to play with)
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Feb 15, 2021 19:54:33 GMT -5
(I really like the idea of the trappers/hunters. But also the rogue group. Maybe we can combine the two.?)
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
Vote for Stoatstar or Windstar 2024 for Myrtleclan leader
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 15, 2021 19:55:29 GMT -5
ooo that would be cool, so the clan would be dealing with two different problems, lots of drama)
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 15, 2021 22:19:59 GMT -5
CEDARPELT warrior. tom. near tulip trail. aether Softbreeze
Cedarpelt's eyes glimmered with newfound relaxation. The tensions that had mounted between him and the molly seemed to melt away into a friendly contentedness. The russet tom wasn't used to interactions like this - he had grown accustomed to rougher, more competitive relationships. It's not that he had a bad reputation amongst his clanmates; he was simply known for being a specific way, which made the other warriors behave a certain way around him. He had friendships, and was decently respected for his hardworking, determined nature and skill in combat. It was his arrogance tha was, unsurprisingly, offputting to the other cats. Although his pride wouldn't let him recognize it, all of this made Cedarpelt feel rather lonely. The closest relationship he had was his sister, Cloverfoot, but her coldness and lack of affection was sometimes alienating. So, Softbreeze's gentle kindness caught him off guard. The warrior could feel a deep sense of desire stir inside of him. Suddenly aware of the emotional void within him, he felt himself beginning to grow desperate to maintain their relationship, even if these early stages.
The muscular warrior gave his head a brief shake, snapping back into the conversation he had briefly left. His characteristically boyish smile returned to his features, his ears flicking in amusement as Softbreeze made a joke in spite of herself - yet again something that he could not do, and yet she did with such grace. He listened intently to her disclosure, tailtip swishing blithely behind him. Interest flashed in his dark green gaze when she came to her skill in the meadow. Now that she mentioned it, the molly was rather long and lean. She had the ideal running body, which was typical of some Larchclan cats, but not many. "It's pretty unique that you can chase your prey so effectively," he blurted, ears pricking with excitement. It was clear the tom was deeply interested in feats of physical strength. "You know, that could be kind of like your signature. When I was stalking you just then, you almost caught the rabbit that way, which was impressive." His voice was thick with excitement. There was a note to his words that betrayed the admiration he felt for the molly. When he realized this, he felt hot embarrassment prickle beneath his pelt. Cedarpelt recoiled against his outburst, inwardly punishing himself for letting his emotions dismantle his cool, professional, and haughty façade.
The proud tom cleared his throat, ears pressing against his head for a brief moment. He pushed the outburst to the back of his mind, and locked eyes with the molly again. "The crouch is a pretty easy place to start," he continued, moving to stand next to her. "Something that helps me is keeping track of where my paws are. If you can get your back paw to step in the same place as your front, it really works to reduce your noise level." Cedarpelt gathered his muscles tightly together, lowering into a crouching position and demonstrating the technique to the molly. The russet tom moved almost noiselessly, his ratehr burly body moving with smooth, almost liquid-like, quietness. He tossed his green gaze over his shoulder to look back at her. "Now you try."
[ ok i am back i am so sorry for the delay x.x
I also like the idea of trappers and a rogue group. It would be cool to have that happening at the same time. Maybe there would be an opportunity for Larchclan and the rogues to combine forces eventually if the hunters get too dangerous? idk if that's cool or not, totally fine if people don't like that idea hehe
also Blaze ♡ don't know if you want it but Sunhawk could do something with Cloverfoot or even be part of the Cedarpelt/Cloverfoot family. he might fit in well personality wise. whatever u think, totally fine it not! ^^]
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Post by aether on Feb 16, 2021 0:42:51 GMT -5
I second this xD
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Post by aether on Feb 16, 2021 5:45:38 GMT -5
Of all the things Softbreeze expected in reply, she certainly hadn't considered an excited outburst of flattery. She felt tied between ducking her head bashfully and shaking off the praise or pushing out her chest in unadulterated happiness. In the end, all she could muster was a small hiccup-like squeak and an awkward shuffle of her shoulders. To Cedarpelt, it may have appeared as though she had bees in her brain, however, the small display was the accumulated delight that his words inspired within her. 'No one has ever called me impressive', she thought to herself jovially. She looked at Cedarpelt with glowing yellow eyes and felt her ears turn warm like a stone in the sun as she caught note of the emotion in his tone. Unconsciously, she leaned towards him without moving from her seated position, yearning for more of that sweetness that he was emitting. Then, as sudden as his high praise left him, he recoiled. Softbreeze stiffened, retreating back to straighten up her spine as she realised she'd gotten caught up in the moment as much as he had.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them in which Softbreeze waited hesitantly for Cedarpelt. His continuation of the conversation left her somewhat dampened. Was he not going to mention what had just happened? It was almost as though he was a rabbit that was contemplating leaving it's burrow. Like a rabbit, he edged out of its tunnels and peaked out to the world for a moment to inspect the scents and sounds outside. Then, when he heard or saw something foreign, he disappeared back inside to protect himself. Should she say something? Her stomach felt as though there were butterflies fluttered inside and she gave her head a small shake to clear it. Whatever had just happened would take time to process.
With thoughts spinning in her mind, Softbreeze missed what Cedarpelt had begun saying and zoned back into the moment as he came to her side. She watched him with piqued interest, admiring the muscles that rippled beneath his pelt as he moved expertly across the forest floor. "You make it look easy," she meowed uncertainly, although she didn't delay in pressing down in a crouch position that mimicked his. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she stepped forward unsteadily; she felt as though she were a fish on land. As she slid across the ground she focused on moving her paws to work in unison just as Cedarpelt had instructed. It took a few minutes - time that felt like a half moon - until she was sure her pawsteps had become silent. Finally, she wriggled back on her haunches, her tail gave an unexpected quiver, and she leapt into the air to collide with Cedarpelt.
"Bet you didn't see that coming!" Her soft laugh fluttered into the air. Despite herself, she couldn't help feeling chuffed. In that moment of success she struggled to keep her emotions contained. Her forepaws pushed into the toms flank to knock him towards the ground and after a moment of skidding on the earth to avoid pressing too hard onto the tom she scrambled back and let out a mrrow of amusement. "That's for, well, leaping on me before," her attempt at speaking matter-of-factly was much more uncertain and shy than 'factly', as though half way through speaking she became self-conscious of the fact she may be behaving too playfully. "Er, I mean... thank you." She added meekly to distract from the sudden outburst. She turned and busied herself by dropping back into the crouch and stalking forward again, this time moving away from the ginger and white warrior. Being turned away, she was able to squeeze close her eyes and think: mouse-brain! Now he is going think you really act like an apprentice![ no stress about the delay! ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 16, 2021 22:18:28 GMT -5
CEDARPELT warrior. tom. near Tulip Trail. aether Softbreeze
Cedarpelt watched as the molly assumed the crouching position, trying hard ot focus on what feedback he would give her. He had successfully pushed the awkward affection from before deep within him, shoving out of his conscious. If a cat could say anything about the tom, it was that he had a talent for completely and totally rejecting his emotions in favor for a task. Though arrogant and gard to get along with, Cedarpelt was a cat of his word - he had promised Softbreeze that he would help her with her hunting, so that's what he was going to do. Regardless of the butterflies fluttering tumultuously in his belly and the prickly feeling of anxiety tingling under his pelt, he was completely devoted to this task, and his deep green gaze showed it. They burned with and intense concentration under a furrowed brow. It made the young tom look like a strict warrior in a lesson with an apprentice. Cedarpelt dumped all of his energy into evaluating her. At first, her paws were too heavy, sending cautionary reverberations through the forest floor. Any small creature could hear her coming from fox-legnths away. His ears flicked with intention, making a note of that for later. However, Softbreeze eventually settled into silence and her long, lithe body slid successfully along the ground. Suddenly, the molly lurched backwards, gatehring her strength in her hind legs. Confusion washed over the russet tom, and he began to lean back, puzzled.
As he opened his jaws to inquire, his voice was suddenly whisked out of his throat. In what felt like less than a heartbeat, Cedarpelt felt his side make contact with the dirt, letting out a deep grunt of mingled shock and confusion. Bewilderment danced across his face, setting his gaze aflame as it snapped to meet the Abyssinian molly's yellow gaze. Irritation rose in their depths, though the main emotion was surprise. He felt a sharp retort rise in his throat and the hair on his shoulder prickle as it rose in annoyance. But as he was about to dress her down and humiliate her for being foolish, something took the words from his mouth. He felt the gentle pressure of her forepaws against his upright side, saw how she brimmed with pride. Her emotion was palpable, even detectable by smell. Suddenly. he felt his animosity melt away. Though some irritation remained - no doubt from his wounded pride - it was mostly replaced by a shared amusement. The sing-song tone of her laughter coaxed a small chuckle out of him as well, even when she retreated into her own cacoon of embarrassment.
Cedarpelt watched as she went back to practicing, rolling halfway to stay laying down on his stomach. "Fair enough," he muttered after her. His words communicated a begrudging humor - his nature prevented him from completely keeping the irritation from them. The russet tom hoisted himself back onto his feet and gazed after her. "Before you so visciously attacked me, I was going to say that your beginning steps are too loud." Though humor remained in his voice, it was now fully in competition with his characteristic pride. His white-tipped tail flicked behind him as he shook the dust from his fur. "The first part is the most important - it does you no good to start loud. All of the prey will already be gone, and all you'll be stalking is your shadow. Try not to settle into position too loud. It all starts with muscle control." Cedarpelt took a few steps in her direction, following after her as she practiced, waiting for her to turn back to him.
Exhaustion once again began to creep into his muscles, reminding the tom of how long he had been awake. The sun had settled into the deep gold characteristic of late afternoon, and the russet warrior realized that many hours had passed since his first encounter with the former kittypet. A yawn rose in his throat, but he suppressed it. For some reason, Cedarpelt didn't want to admit that he needed to rest. Of course, it could be his desire to impress Softbreeze, but this felt different - it was almost like an unwillingness to leave. Despite their few follies, the tom was enjoying their time together. So, he did his best to hide is sleepiness from her, although he could tell it was getting more difficult to do so.
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Post by aether on Feb 17, 2021 8:11:05 GMT -5
Quieter from the get-go, Softbreeze narrowed her yellow gaze and slid forward, like... starting patiently... the prey won't go anywhere if if doesn't know you are approaching. So often she felt a buzzing urgency when hunting that made her feel as though if she didn't act fast she would miss the catch. Yet, how many times had she missed prey because of a preventable misstep? Thankfully, her mind delved into this concentration and her embarrassment eased away. He didn't seem to make an issue of it; in fact he'd offered a small chuckle of his own. The best for now was working on her crouch and not dwelling. With that thought, she finally allowed herself to push herself up from her low crouch and turn back to face the tom. Her long tail swished over the ground, disturbing the leaf litter, and she watched as he moved towards her.
She wondered what was going on in his mind. His green gaze seemed to have lost it's bright, competitive spark and his movements seemed to drag a heartbeat more. He had informed her earlier that he'd been on the dawn patrol when they first encountered each other by the creek... he must be getting weary. Would he not say so, if he wished to return to camp? Thinking of how exhausted he should be left Softbreeze recalling her own events that morning, it had seemed like a lifetime ago that Cedarpelt had caught her failing to catch a fish. The few mouthfuls of minnow she'd enjoyed earlier had satisfied her than, but she was beginning to feel hunger creep back into her stomach. She still hadn't caught anything, disappointingly, but at least she'd gotten some valuable tips from Cedarpelt.
The lean molly tilted her head and offered a smile, "I would say I'd like to hunt something here now but... I think I've already scared off the prey," she bent and gave her chest a few hurried licks in an attempt to brush off the embarrassment at the fact. When she raised her head again, her yellow gaze was questioning, "Let's head back to the creek. You dropped a squirrel there, right?" She stepped towards the direction of the camp - and the creek - but stopped to wait for Cedarpelt expectantly. Regardless of her hunger and regardless if the tom was tired, the sun was beginning to sink and the pair had been away from camp long enough.
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 17, 2021 12:18:05 GMT -5
Butterpaw » Unlike her friend, Butterpaw felt a rush of warmth and happiness when her mentor appeared, and with good news at that. A purr escaped from the young ginger molly as she whipped her head around to look up at Nightflower, copper eyes wide with warm cheer. "Thank you, Nightflower! I'll make sure to bring back as many herbs as I can, if we need them," she mused, fur fluffed out in excitement at the prospect of helping not only her mentor, but the Clan as well. Without herbs a Clan wouldn't be able to survive, and Butterpaw was beyond proud to know that she was doing her duty and keeping her Clan family safe.
Though, that also meant she had to remember what herbs they were lacking, if any. She knew they were stocked up on raspberry leaves, but as for anything else...
The young feline glanced down at her paws, jaw tightening as she fell into a pit of thought. Butterpaw poked and prodded at her mind, trying to remember what she had and hadn't noticed in the medicine cat den this morning. Come on, Butterpaw, you can do this...you have a good memory... Come on, come on...
"Sorrel!" Butterpaw gasped as realization slapped her in the face. "We need more sorrel!" Butterpaw jumped up with a new surge of energy sparking at her paws. "Do you think we can look for some?" She asked Berrypaw. "It would be by the humanplace. We can go without Mysticwolf, right? It's not a dangerous place, I know my way around." Plus, they were both practically full grown at this point, even if Butterpaw was still edging on smaller than normal in the height department. "What'd'ya say, Berrypaw?" Butterpaw eyed her friend with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting her friend to give them the go ahead for this adventure.
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 21, 2021 19:42:04 GMT -5
CEDARPELT warrior. tom. near Tulip Trail. aether Softbreeze
His attempts at obfuscation had failed. The perceptive molly had picked up quickly on his exhaustion. She was a mother afterall - her observance was well-seasoned. He could feel it coming off of him in waves. Cedarpelt's shoulders relaxed in relief as she suggested heading back to camp, and he flashed a grateful half-smile her way for the suggestion. The tiredness in his green eyes melted into an uncharacteristic affection as he briefly glanced at her. He offered a small chuckled at her self-directed jest. "You've already gotten much better just in with this small lesson," he purred lightly. Cedarpelt puffed out his chest jokingly, assuming an exaggerated haughtiness. "All thanks to me, of course." It appeared as if the russet warrior was attempting at a self-deprecating tease, as well. His inflated stature seemed almost like a charicature of himself, or what everyone thought of him. There was a playfulness to his nature now, almost as if these small interactions had made a small dent in his seemingly impenetrable exterior. This kind of behavior from him was unprecedented, rarely ever displayed in camp. He was constantly serious, competitive, and ornery, causing problems with the other toms and getting himself into trouble. This has been his way ever since he was a kit, and especially as an apprentice. Although it was not question he'd be a successful warrior, Cedarpelt's moral constitution was under constant scrutiny. Softbreeze brought something much more pleasant out of him. Even he could feel it. Though it made him uncomfortable, there was something so addictive about the feeling she stirred in him - she made him feel relaxed, even if he was being a mouse-brained fool.
The large tom nodded at her question about the squirrels before moving to follow her in the creek's direction. A short silence settled over the pair as they traveled together, the sounds of late afternoon filling the space between their words. Cedarpelt's ears flicked in response to birdsong and the scuttling of small game, listening for anything to make conversation about. Silence had always made the tom uncomfortable - he usually just filled it with the sound of his own voice. "Uh, so... How is Windpaw's training going? I hear a bit from my sister here and there but you know her..." He trailed off, rolling his eyes in a half-affectionate, half-annoyed. "Ever so stone-silent. She wants to keep everything so private, but I can't help my curiosity." There was a tone of jealousy in his voice. Cloverfoot, though a very talented warrior, was not as skilled as he was - or, at least he thought so. It had always bugged him that she had been awarded an apprentice before he had. He hounded her about information as he tried to live through her experience, but his sister was a steel-trap, unwilling to share much of anything with him. Regardless, he seemed proud of himself that he had thought to ask the question of the molly's son. It didn't come naturally to the tom - or his sister, admittedly - to display much empathy or care for their clanmates.
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2021 7:36:43 GMT -5
There was something about the unspoken gratefulness that seeped from Cedarpelt's movements that gave Softbreeze an amused swell of emotion in her chest. The prideful tom would never admit that he was as exhausted as he seemed, even as he jokingly puffed out his chest with exaggerated self-esteem. There was a foreign softness about the pride he showed now and Softbreeze wondered inquisitively what could have prompted the change. Perhaps their disagreements earlier in the day had grounded the tom somewhat... her pelt began to heat as she recalled her own overreaction. Perhaps their disagreements had grounded her, too.
Softbreeze enjoyed the peacefulness of the silence as they moved through the undergrowth, dodging around thickets of thorn bushes and leaping over the occasional fallen log. The sounds of the forest eased the nervy molly and briefly she closed her eyes to lavish the moment. The trees sang a melody in the carefree breeze whilst birdsong distantly in the forest performed harmoniously alongside it. She didn't notice as Cedarpelt flicked his ears and stared around nervously to snag at any conversation topic as she was too lost in her own enjoyment of the situation. Briefly, she wondered if she would have felt so at ease with anyone else at her side. Even when walking with Windpaw she felt an gnawing anxiousness to protect him from all potential dangers; the small tom seemed to attract danger like a bee to a flower with his carelessness. Finally, Cedarpelt's words sounded, and her attention turned back to the ginger tom.
Delighted surprise flashed in her eyes as he asked about Windpaw, followed by a hint of curiosity. Was that a hint of indignation she caught in his tone? Softbreeze herself had to admit, she wasn't sure if Cloverfoot was, well, the right fit for Windpaw. She considered that maybe Cloverfoot's strict no-nonsense would help Windpaw slow down in his clumsy endeavors, but Windpaw was so bright and optimistic she worried that Cloverfoot wouldn't appreciate him. Alas, Softbreeze didn't want to plant seeds of doubt in Cedarpelt towards his sister, so she flicked her whiskers diffidently, "Oh, well, Windpaw is ever so excited to finally be an apprentice. Cloverfoot seems to be teaching him well, he is always chattering like a squirrel about the things he has learned." She stifled an amused purr, "I know Cloverfoot is stoic but Windpaw is persistent." She moved closer to Cedarpelt so she could bump his shoulder with her own. "I bet you'll get your apprentice next, too. Frostrose is just about ready to burst." She couldn't help feeling sorry for the tom at missing out. Clearly he was able to mentor but the task of pairing mentor and apprentice took consideration, Rainstar mustn't have thought he would have been the best fit for Windpaw.
Nearby, the babbling of the creek came into earshot. "Until then, I guess you'll be stuck helping me," she offered light-heartedly, her yellow eyes stared tenderly to Cedarpelt. Up ahead lay the clearing where they'd met earlier in the day and Softbreeze couldn't help thinking it felt like moons ago. Now, as the sun had moved over the course of the day, the clearing was basked in sunlight. The lean she-cat bounded forward the last few tail-lengths and enjoyed the feeling of the rays that touched her pelt; in the undergrowth it was so shadowed and cold. "Where did you drop that squirrel..." her eyes turned around the clearing.
[ if you wanted, we could do some rp with windpaw and one of your apprentices? they can go venture to the loud camp and maybe have a run-in with twolegs that almost ends them in trouble? then it'll add some spice to the dynamics. we can do it after we've finished with these two cuties? C: ]
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