.:1x1 with MasterTigress Lover:.

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{Alright, awesome. xD I can't wait to see them once you have finished filling out the forms.}

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{ Okay, almost finished. }

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{Okay,great. C: }

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{Sorry for the wait - I have now finished them all! ^^'

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{It's fine. :3 And that's awesome- I will add your other cats to the listings now. Shall we start now?}

[breadstick]

{Sure! c:}

[Starsought]

{Great. :3 I will start first if you don't mind. By the way, could Kestralstar possibly be Pantherpaw's mentor?}

Rainpaw cheerfully woke up in the apprentice den, letting out a small yawn. She got up and stretched out her legs; they were stiff from lying down for a long period of time. She quickly licked her paw and the brushed it against her pelt to give it a quick wash. After a few moments she quietly padded outside of the den, trying not to wake anyone up. She didn't want to cause trouble this early in the morning. Then she bounded over to the fresh kill pile and grabbed prey for the elders. She started to head in that direction and then set the prey down once she was there. Afterward, Rainpaw went to the pile to get a piece of prey for herself.

Nightstar slowly started to stir in his den, carefully fixing his moss that he had been sleeping on. While he was doing that, he started to think of the patrols for this day. He was good at multitasking, and it was a huge benefit considering how much responsibility he had as a leader. Once he had the majority of things sorted out, he quietly emerged from his den. He could already see that his clanmates were starting to wake up, and sat down for a few moments as he looked down at his clan from his den.

Dappleheart abruptly woke up and opened her eyes. She hadn't gotten much sleep so she was a bit exhausted. She thoughtfully looked up at the clouds. It was a beautiful day, even with it currently being leaf-bare. She padded out of her den and looked around. The breeze felt great as it brushed against her fur, and she started to gain more energy. Then Dappleheart started to head toward the fresh kill pile.

Pantherpaw immediately rose to his paws when he woke up. He was feeling very energetic, and decided that he should probably go do something before he got too hyper. He bathed himself quickly and then padded out of the apprentice den once he was satisfied with how clean his fur looked. He decided that he must be early since not many cats were stirring and sighed slightly. Pantherpaw waited impatiently for the other cats to start waking up.

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{That's absalootly fine. ^^ Sorry for the late reply.}

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Kestralstar's eyes opened up for the first time that day; it was all because of the sun shining in from the den. It was the sun's first rays of the day, and they always seemed brighter than the last. He stumbled arrogantly to his paws, and stretched, his claws digging into the ground as he did so. He strolled out of his den wearily, and blinked. "Its a fine day," He murmured softly to himself; which he often did when he felt alone, and he was the only one in the clearing.

[Starsought]

{Alright, great. And sorry to ask this, but would you mind replying for your other cats as well?}

Dappleheart chose a vole from the pile and then padded over to the clearing with the prey. She saw Kestralstar and flicked her tail lightly to acknowledge him, dropping her prey for a few moments. "Good morning Kestralstar." She said, returning back to her cheerful mood within a matter of seconds. "It's a great day, isn't it?" She stated as she began to sit down, the wonderful breeze felt great as it brushed against her pelt. Dappleheart licked her paw and started to bathe herself as she patiently waited for his reply.

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{Thats fine, I wasn't on par last time. XD}

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Kestralstar's head curiously turned a voice called him. He opened his small mouth and scented the air; it was certainly one of his own cats, no rogues, befrom the scent and sound of it; plus, how would a rogue know his name? Word could get around, but the tone was far too friendly for that. He recognised Dappleheart, putting down prey on the fresh-kill pile. "Hello, Dappleheart," He mewed warmly. Dappleheart was always one of his most trusted cats. "It is a fine day for hunting. But this bliss won't last long."

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Mapleleaf glanced upwards as the sun began to shine its new day rays through her den. It was lonely being a medicine cat; she needed an apprentice to keep her company, and often looked at the new litters of kits to see if one had a special talent for herbs - none did, not surprisingly. She picked up a herb in her mouth and padded towards the neat pile of Yarrow leaves, and placed it down. She glanced out of her den longingly; Kestralstar and Dappleheart were mewing to each other. She sighed and faced her own chores; sorting herbs, and she very much enjoyed that.

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Smallpaw glanced upwards to the sky, sightless eyes enjoying how the sun beamed on her coat and lightened up the blackness a little. She heard little activity in the camp; not surprising, since last night was very hard. She had no mentor now, and so the leader would have to choose a name for her later on. But he knowledge was enough to treat othr cats; that was one exeption.

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Gingerpelt opened his mouth to taste the air, lifting his head up proudly. It was the season where prey was pleantiful; not many og the Clan went hungry these days. He was hunting, and had caught a vole and two blackbirds so far. He scented the air again. Mouse! He dug his claws in the earth in an attempt to keep himself still. He lowered himself to the ground and gazed arouynd, trying to indicate where the mouse was. He heard a rustle in the undergrowth; it scented there, but several mice, not just one. He crawled silently towards the mice, eating happily away at stems of herbs. They were unaware of him, but soon enough he had crept close enough to ponce. He bunched his muscles and sprang up with a snarl, and caught one of the mice in his sharp claws. He bit the mice's throat, and it was all over. The other mice had scattered, and that wasn't a good thing.