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aergia wrote:Username: aergia
Link to Clan: OceanClan
Cat Name: Dawnmask
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Age: 68 moons
Favorite Bird + Why: [ 352 words ]For a few moons of the year, puffins live off the coast of OceanClan territory on small, rocky outcrops and islands. These birds never stray near OceanClan cats, almost all do not even realise they are there. Except Dawnmask. With a sleeker coat than most, she swims from rock to rock, swiftly dancing across the surface of the ocean with her long legs. The puffins were never frightened of her, she never attacked them or ever strayed too close to them. Watching them potter around was all she was after.
She would slip out to visit them just after the moonhigh patrol had left and the rest of the camp was asleep. Her younger life was spent moving noiselessly, she was already skilled at creeping in pure silence long before joining OceanClan. She first came across the puffin group a few moons after coming to the clan, her name still Dawnpaw. Her first journey to the mini puffin island resulted in her becoming soaked with water and almost dying, but she looks back on the memory fondly. She found the island by chance, her true mission being to find a MoonShell. Instead, she found a colony of puffins.
Never quite sure why she returned year after year, Dawnmask grew attached to the strange looking birds. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before, none of the forest birds looked even remotely similar to them and it had taken her a while to even figure out that they were in fact birds. She enjoys watching them totter around, like newborn kits but with wings. So far she has never been caught sneaking out in the darkness, although she suspects her brother Smokefang has realised that she doesn’t spend all her nights in camp.
Returning home the next morning, before the dawn patrol, fills her with a type of happiness she has not found in any other place. It is not the adrenaline of a hunt, nor is it the serenity of speaking with respected clanmates, nor the joy in training apprentices. She cannot place a name to this emotion, it is indescribable.
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