Cloudstar
tom ~ leader ~ 74m ~ tags: open (blizzardclaw & ripplefang mentioned)
Cloudstar sat just outside his new den, his long thin tail wrapped over his front paws. Being leader now, Cloudstar didn't venture out of camp as much as he used to, but the long 5-moon-long journey had put weariness on his bones and therefore was not bothered. The white tom blinked, scanning the rousing Clan silently. His paws itched to head over to the nursery so he could see his mate and children, but Cloudstar knew he had to stay to witness the return of the patrols Blizzardclaw had sent out. Despite no longer sending out patrols and leading them like he used to, the white tom was still rather busy. He worked closely with Blizzardclaw and Stormhaze on a nearly daily basis, and more kits and apprentices meant more ceremonies to perform. Still, the Clan was beginning to bounce back and the leader couldn't be more happier.
Soon, Cloudstar saw Ripplefang enter the camp with his party of cats, but stayed where he was, seeing as they were still in conversation. He blinked at them, anticipating the moment when the party would disband and Ripplefang would give his report. He hoped there weren't any traces of outsiders this time. That had already ground his gears the past three moons he had been leader.
Pinefur
tom ~ warrior ~ 16m ~ tags: patrol, open
Pinefur continued on, his pawsteps making a light crunching noise against the grass. All he could hear were the birds and himself. As he delved deeper into the forest, he couldn't help but gaze up at the blue sky above, dotted with white clouds. It intrigued him. After years of journeying through the gloom it was as if he were seeing color for the first time. The evergreens swayed gently in the breeze, carrying the sounds of prey with them. Realizing he was distracted, the young tom shook his head and crouched again, locking his gaze on a vole that had just appeared from behind a tree trunk. Pinefur attempted to pounce after it, but the critter was too fast for his reflexes and disappeared into the undergrowth, "Mouse-brain!" he growled, sitting back up again. Guess he still wasn't a prized hunter after all.






