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[moon.]

[moon.]

Skyheart || Tom || Warrior || 39 moons || Loyal



Poppypaw || She-cat || Apprentice || 11 moons || Refined





Wolfgaze || Tom || Warrior || 46 moons || Stern



Fernpaw || She-cat || Apprentice || 8 moons || Innocent





Birdwing || She-cat || Warrior || 35 moons || Watchful



Inkpaw || Tom || Apprentice || 10 moons || Mischievous





Brookpelt || She-cat || Warrior || 29 moons || Warmhearted



Mosspaw || Tom || Apprentice || 9 moons || Humorous

[Kat.]

Leafdapple || She-Cat || Warrior || 32 moons || Peaceful



Littlepaw || Tom || Medicine Cat Apprentice || 6 moons || Brave

Smokewind || She-Cat || Warrior || 19 moons || Quiet



Bonepaw || Tom || Apprentice || 8 moons || Strong-Willed & Powerful

Hawkwhisper || Tom || Warrior || 29 moons || Persistant



Wildpaw || She-Cat || Apprentice || 11 moons || Prancy

Bluesky || Tom || Warrior || 24 moons || Low Self-Confidence



Salmonpaw || She-Cat || Apprentice || 9 moons || Curious

[moon.]

ρ σ ρ ρ ʏ ρ α ω
I am an apprentice || no crush || my mentor is Greynose
currently ;; running with her friend feeling ;; mischievous

⋮ Bouncing, light eyes, rushing through trees and rivers at the speed of sound, ears blown back in the wind as air streams in and out of her fur. Stormy grey orbs bursting around splotched ginger fur, a long, thin tail, one built for balance and maneuverability. Everything that an apprentice would want, all at her paw tips. And boy, does Poppypaw ever use it. Her long legs and extremely flexible body makes up for her lack of fighting skills, pouring it into the art of running and hunting, racing and climbing. She may not be the best in battle training, but at least she can show off to her fellow Clanmates when she goes for a nice run. Sometimes, though, Poppypaw will do what she is doing now - running free, all alone, wind through her ears as she relishes off of the late green leaf weather. Soon, the cooling temperatures of leaf fall will be here. Don't get her wrong, she loves leaf fall, but it is something about the chirping of birds and greenness of the leaves that only the warm season can bring.
Of course, every path must come to an end. After only a short while, Poppypaw's jog through the forest winds up back at camp, just in time for sun high. Padding slowly into camp, Poppypaw lets her eyes wander about. There was not much going on, even if the day was warm and prey was buzzing about. Perhaps everybody was training, or even taking their own little sprints through the forest. Stormpaw! she calls, bouncing over to her best friend, a stormy colored grey tom, just about her age. They were den mates when they were younger, and even though they aren't related, they sure act like brother and sister. C'mon, I'm bored. I'll race you to the WindClan border! She exclaims, eyes lighting up as she bats her friend on the nose. "I'll beat you, Poppypaw, and you know it!" Stormpaw exclaims, laughing, as he pulls up closer to his friend. Narrowing her eyes, Poppypaw lets a sly smile slide across her face. And then, she's off, faster than lightning itself.

s κ ʏ н ɛ α я т
I am a warrior || no crush || I don't have an apprentice
currently ;; talking to Leafdapple feeling ;; giddy

Don't even think of batting an eyelash. No, if you move the slightest bit, your prey will flee all the way back to its burrow before you even have chance to flick a claw. You need to wait, be patient, hold your breath as long as possible until that perfect moment when your prey has just turned its back... now! Lunging forward, Skyheart stretches out his claws, digging their razor sharp tips deep into the flesh of a giant rabbit. It attempts to hop away, but it is much to late, and automatically becomes subject to his mercy. But he has a Clan to feed, and this is one fat piece of prey. Jaws watering, Skyheart picks up the large rabbit, eyes wide. He has never caught anything this large! This could feed all of the kits for a week. Proud of himself for his grand catch, he lifts his head high and turns around, beginning to prance towards camp, when.. he wakes up. Humpf. He grumbles. Sometimes, good dreams can be torturous - they end all to soon, not allowing you to have the satisfaction of showing of your huge imaginary prey. Well, all good things come to an end, don't they? Oh, well. You always have to move on.
Blinking heavily, the tabby tom heaves himself out of his nest. The air around him has grown heavy with humidity, as it always does in the crowded warriors den. Looking outside and into the spilling sunlight, Skyheart realized that he had overslept. Nearly being sun high, Skyheart leaps up and bounds out of the den, attempting not to look panicked or overslept. As a matter of fact, he actually attempts to straighten up his pelt, which is usually something he only does before he falls asleep, unless he has had a rather reckless night. Glancing upward, Skyheart's dark amber eyes meet those of the tortoiseshell pelted she-cat Leafdapple. A sly smile appearing on his face, he dips his head the slightest bit, not hesitating to trot over to the graceful she-cat. Hi, Leafdapple. he greets, looking up. Would you like to come hunting with me?

|| Sorry, NO muse for Skyheart D: ||

[Kat.]

. ℓ ι т т ℓ є ρ α ω .

|-| rank :: m e d i c i n e . cat . a p p r e n t i c e
|-| mentor :: R a v e n f e a t h e r
|-| currently :: sitting boredly

Darkness. Just darkness. It all seeped into the cold den. Who just so happened to be inside this hollow, empty place? None other than a six moon old apprentice. Brave, yet alone.
Littlepaw drank in the sweet herbal scent, settling it all in and gazing up at the entrance. Ravenfeather had left to get some fresh-kill, leaving the small apprentice in the medicine den. Normally there would be light beaming in, but a gust of wind had knocked the vine drapes down, covering the entrance and draining the life and light from its quarters.
Littlepaw poked his head from the den, tilting it slowly as he spotted Stormpaw and Poppypaw running around. He wished he had enough friends that they would come to his den and ask him to play. But, instead, he felt like a trapped bird with no wings. The tom watched as Poppypaw flew off, and he felt a bit of jealousy inside him. He liked the she-cat, and she was always impressing him day after day, without even trying. No, he felt no jealousy with her, he felt it with the other tom apprentices, whom had her access all the time. Littlepaw was just the medicine cat apprentice, and could never get in any relationships. He always felt so left out and lonely, and this only made him crave friendship even more.
Ravenfeather padded in, carrying catmint in her jaws. Their obvious scent made it clear to him that his mentor had just picked them. "Did you even realize we were low?" she mewed, dropping and placing them one by one into a thick, deep crevice in the wall. Wuuuuutt? Oh, right. The catmint. "I should say yes, but I'll be honest - really had no clue." Littlepaw shook his head, a wave of guilt and grief washing over him. He should be up to date with this stuff!
Ravenfeather had obviously noticed his lack of joy at that particular moment, and decided she needed to cheer him up, "Look. You became my apprentice a half-moon ago, don't be so hard on yourself. You're advancing very quickly for just a new, fresh apprentice." she smiled, and then left again, pushing the vine drapes aside with a light push. "Yeah. Sure." he muttered.

[moon.]

ρ σ ρ ρ ʏ ρ α ω
I am an apprentice || no crush || my mentor is Greynose
currently ;; running with her friend feeling ;; mischievous

⋮ Bouncing, light eyes, rushing through trees and rivers at the speed of sound, ears blown back in the wind as air streams in and out of her fur. Stormy grey orbs bursting around splotched ginger fur, a long, thin tail, one built for balance and maneuverability. Everything that an apprentice would want, all at her paw tips. And boy, does Poppypaw ever use it. Her long legs and extremely flexible body makes up for her lack of fighting skills, pouring it into the art of running and hunting, racing and climbing. She may not be the best in battle training, but at least she can show off to her fellow Clanmates when she goes for a nice run. Sometimes, though, Poppypaw will do what she is doing now - running free, all alone, wind through her ears as she relishes off of the late green leaf weather. Soon, the cooling temperatures of leaf fall will be here. Don't get her wrong, she loves leaf fall, but it is something about the chirping of birds and greenness of the leaves that only the warm season can bring.
Of course, every path must come to an end. After only a short while, Poppypaw's jog through the forest winds up back at camp, just in time for sun high. Padding slowly into camp, Poppypaw lets her eyes wander about. There was not much going on, even if the day was warm and prey was buzzing about. Perhaps everybody was training, or even taking their own little sprints through the forest. Stormpaw! she calls, bouncing over to her best friend, a stormy colored grey tom, just about her age. They were den mates when they were younger, and even though they aren't related, they sure act like brother and sister. C'mon, I'm bored. I'll race you to the WindClan border! She exclaims, eyes lighting up as she bats her friend on the nose. "I'll beat you, Poppypaw, and you know it!" Stormpaw exclaims, laughing, as he pulls up closer to his friend. Narrowing her eyes, Poppypaw lets a sly smile slide across her face. And then, she's off, faster than lightning itself.

s κ ʏ н ɛ α я т
I am a warrior || no crush || I don't have an apprentice
currently ;; talking to Leafdapple feeling ;; giddy

Don't even think of batting an eyelash. No, if you move the slightest bit, your prey will flee all the way back to its burrow before you even have chance to flick a claw. You need to wait, be patient, hold your breath as long as possible until that perfect moment when your prey has just turned its back... now! Lunging forward, Skyheart stretches out his claws, digging their razor sharp tips deep into the flesh of a giant rabbit. It attempts to hop away, but it is much to late, and automatically becomes subject to his mercy. But he has a Clan to feed, and this is one fat piece of prey. Jaws watering, Skyheart picks up the large rabbit, eyes wide. He has never caught anything this large! This could feed all of the kits for a week. Proud of himself for his grand catch, he lifts his head high and turns around, beginning to prance towards camp, when.. he wakes up. Humpf. He grumbles. Sometimes, good dreams can be torturous - they end all to soon, not allowing you to have the satisfaction of showing of your huge imaginary prey. Well, all good things come to an end, don't they? Oh, well. You always have to move on.
Blinking heavily, the tabby tom heaves himself out of his nest. The air around him has grown heavy with humidity, as it always does in the crowded warriors den. Looking outside and into the spilling sunlight, Skyheart realized that he had overslept. Nearly being sun high, Skyheart leaps up and bounds out of the den, attempting not to look panicked or overslept. As a matter of fact, he actually attempts to straighten up his pelt, which is usually something he only does before he falls asleep, unless he has had a rather reckless night. Glancing upward, Skyheart's dark amber eyes meet those of the tortoiseshell pelted she-cat Leafdapple. A sly smile appearing on his face, he dips his head the slightest bit, not hesitating to trot over to the graceful she-cat. Hi, Leafdapple. he greets, looking up. Would you like to come hunting with me?

|| Sorry, NO muse for Skyheart D: ||

Finished for Skyheart c:

[Kat.]

. ℓ є α ƒ ∂ α ρ ρ ℓ є .

|-| apprentice :: n o n e
|-| rank :: w a r r i o r
|-| currently :: talking to Skyheart

Two round green eyes shot open. Leafdapple burst out of the tree like a hyperactive squirrel. Sunlight lightly dotted the she-cat's tortoiseshell pelt as she ran whole-heartedly into camp, racing passed an apprentice - Poppypaw. The smaller she-cat was already shooting off intothe unknown, so as the two passed each other their meeting lasted something like half of a second.
As Leafdapple stopped, something dangling from her jaws, her tail suddenly fluffed up about three times its normal size. The momentum from her climb and retreat had much affect on her fur, and the slim she-cat had already realized how silly she looked.I must look like a kit, especially with his chunk of fur hanging from my mouth! Leafdapple spit the strands out, smoothed her tail fur, and quietly tip-toed into the warriors' den. Hopefully no one saw me slink in here... she breathed, stepping out again.
Leafdapple quickly noticed Skyheart, a very loyal tom, in camp. He'd asked her a question. Fox-dung! I didn't hear it. Well I'm not going to ask and make myself look even sillier. I think he said something about hunting... "Okay, sounds fun!" she purred, padding up to stand next to him. Besides, I need to get revenge on that stupid squirrel. I'm going to catch more than a tuft of fur next time!

[moon.]

s κ ʏ н ɛ α я т
I am a warrior || no crush || I don't have an apprentice
currently ;; talking to Leafdapple feeling ;; giddy

Skyheart gives a slight smile, beckoning with his tail towards the entrance of the camp. Leafdapple has always been a rather peaceful cat, and in a way, one that he almost... looked up to. He wishes that he could see so deeply, to watch and learn rather than just do. Being so peaceful has given her that aura of calmness that he has never managed to grasp, yet it always makes him feel so... relaxed. Perhaps that is why he has chosen to speak with Leafdapple - she seems so kind, which is something that you cannot find in most cats these days. So, with a light waver of his tail, Skyheart begins making his way towards the forest, head dipped low as his eyes scan the area around him. A cool breeze rushes over the land as he takes the first step into the greenery, sending the whole forest alive with the buzz of happiness. It's days like these that he relishes off of, that he enjoys, that he loves, even. The ones that bring him back to himself, that send him spiraling into something other than just a boredom ridden tom-cat.
Tasting the air, Skyheart lifts his head ever so lightly. The air around him swirls, bringing up scents of vole and mouse, and though they aren't his favorites, they are prey. Beginning to fall in line with the scent of mouse, Skyheart brings his weight into his haunches, making sure that whatever creature he might be stalking will not be able to feel the pounding of his rather heavy footsteps. Finally, the large tom makes his way to where his prey is hiding. Back turned, the little mouse scours the earth for leftover seeds. Wriggling his tail ever so lightly, Skyheart gets down to his stomach, and then... pounces! But, his aim had been off, and before he even landed, the mouse was scattering away. Skyheart skids just a bit, straight into a puddle of mud that had been created from the night before, sending a shower of the sticky stuff all into the air. Mousedung! He exclaims, attempting to hide his embarrassment with a few licks to his pelt.

[Kat.]

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