Dawnpelt
She-cat | warrior | Apprentice: open | crush: Patchfur | assigned/ forgidden mate: open/ open | tags: Patchfur
-Taking a small vole into thefresh kill pile, swallowing it with a few bites. Licking her lips she noticed Patchfur without his assigned mate Sorrowstep anywhere near him. Sighing she walked to the patched tom "Hello Patchfur" she meowed nodding to the tom.
Robinpaw
Tom | apprentice |mentor: open |Crush: looking |assigned/ forgidden mate: none/none | tags: Fleetingpaw
-He looked at her then the herbs and stuffs "Oh that's great, I always thought that becoming an medicine cat could be easy, but seeing all thoise herbs and leaves, knowing their names and what do with them..." he meowed smilling "I must to say, you need a very good memory to remember that all" he continued purring a little bit..
Risingshadow
She-cat | queen | crush: open | assigned/ forgidden mate: none/none | tags: Lotuskit, Cometkit, open
- Grooming her long calico and tortoiseshell fur near the entrance of the nursery. Taking a good watch at her two kits who eated their breakfast there "Cometkit, stop stealing for your sister, there is enought prey for both of you" she meowed looking angry at the black kit.
Lotuskit
She-cat | kit |crush: none | assigned/forgidden mate: none/none | tags: Cometkit, Risingshadow
- She eated her part of the meat, trying to huss her sister away "Go away, Cometkit....this is my part, that's yours" she hissed at her sister, turning then toward her mother "mom??" she meowed loudly at her.
Cometkit
She-cat | kit | crush: none | assigned/ forgidden mate: none/none | tags: Lotuskit, Risingshadow
-Smirkling the black kit tryed to steal her sisters part of meat, even thought she had her own "Come on Lotuskit, we need to share.... it's cruel to eat for yourself" she meowed poking her, but stopped immendeately when heared her mother speaking to her "fine..." she growled and padded to her part of meat.
Junior
Tom | Loner | crush: will be Sorrowstep |assigned/ forgidden mate: none/none | tags: open
- Silently walking the small tom was stalking some peasants, trying his no good luck to catch one. He walked closer, hidding behing a bushes and thinking about his catcing moves.