Littlerain
• She-Cat • 39 Moons • Warrior • Tags: Apricotnose
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"Oh, take your time, I don't mind!" Littlerain assured. With no other plans for the day, she didn't mind waiting. "I think I'll stick to looking for herbs, though." Her eyes scanned the ground as she padded forward, hoping to find a patch of the flowers. Littlerain frowned and lifted her head, glancing over to Apricotnose. "Not by choice? What do you mean?" Littlerain suddenly snapped her mouth shut, a bit embarrassed by her outburst. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry!"
• She-Cat • 39 Moons • Warrior • Tags: Apricotnose
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"Oh, take your time, I don't mind!" Littlerain assured. With no other plans for the day, she didn't mind waiting. "I think I'll stick to looking for herbs, though." Her eyes scanned the ground as she padded forward, hoping to find a patch of the flowers. Littlerain frowned and lifted her head, glancing over to Apricotnose. "Not by choice? What do you mean?" Littlerain suddenly snapped her mouth shut, a bit embarrassed by her outburst. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry!"
Milkbird
• Tom • 42 Moons • Deputy • Tags: Wolfblood
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Milkbird's tail lashed back and forth in the air as he stood. He lifted his head into the air, opening his mouth slightly to pull in more of the scent. He sighed and lowered his head, shaking out his pelt and turning towards Wolfblood in one quick motion. "It's alright. We all get distracted sometimes." Milkbird gave a small smile, trying to reassure the other tom. He shook his body again, trying to shake some focus back into his mind. He straightened his legs and took another deep breath, trying, and failing, to catch the scent again. "Where do you think it went?" Milkbird felt a bit of anxiety begin to claw at his stomach. It was the time of year when weasels tended to be a bit more aggressive in preparation of their own kit season. He flicked his tail, knowing he would feel much better after confirming the weasel had left Redwoodclan territory.
• Tom • 42 Moons • Deputy • Tags: Wolfblood
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Milkbird's tail lashed back and forth in the air as he stood. He lifted his head into the air, opening his mouth slightly to pull in more of the scent. He sighed and lowered his head, shaking out his pelt and turning towards Wolfblood in one quick motion. "It's alright. We all get distracted sometimes." Milkbird gave a small smile, trying to reassure the other tom. He shook his body again, trying to shake some focus back into his mind. He straightened his legs and took another deep breath, trying, and failing, to catch the scent again. "Where do you think it went?" Milkbird felt a bit of anxiety begin to claw at his stomach. It was the time of year when weasels tended to be a bit more aggressive in preparation of their own kit season. He flicked his tail, knowing he would feel much better after confirming the weasel had left Redwoodclan territory.