DarkHowl wrote:Mist wrote:Ivypaw darted off in the direction she had chosen stopping once or twice to sniff the air.
Nettlepaw snorted softly as he glanced around camp and smiled when he saw Goldenpaw. "Hey Goldenpaw," he meowed as he darted over to her.
Goldenpaw blinked, and she looked around. She had been daydreaming, and not in a good way. She saw her den mate and smiled softly, trying to look normal"Hey, Nettlepaw. What's up?" Goldenpaw smiled brightly. No one usually talked to her much, just Nettlepaw sometimes and a couple of others but usually she was left alone. She wrapped her bright, gold tail around her small paws neatly.



[/quote]Bolt-Sel wrote:Bolt-Sel wrote:KaraRoseElric wrote:Mosspaw looked up at her before bolting off with a large smile.
Speckledfoot chuckled and purred slightly.













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DarkHowl wrote:Goldenpaw woke groggily from her sleeping. She blinked slowly in the gloom of the apprentices' den. The young cat let out an enormous yawn and got to her paws slowly. She had hardly slept last night and the week before. Napping didn't help. She stretched to relax her stiff limbs and shook out her pelt, waking herself up. She hated the dreams that always went on in her head every night; they were hardly ever good ones. She padded out of the den unsteadily, and blinked in the sunlight as her clear blue eyes dazzled in the light. She sighed and decided there was no point in pitying herself on these things... It was normal for her to be like this. She sat down, and started to groom her soft, bright fur. Her mother used to tell her when she was a kit that she had looked like her father when she was born; with a bright yellow pelt and blue eyes. Goldenpaw frowned in sadness and loss- she'd never known her father because he had died a moon before she was born. Her golden fur shimmered in the light when she was done tracing her tongue over it repeatedly. She let out a breath of contentment and just sat in the camp for a moment, not wanting to get up.
Darkpelt leaped from branch to branch in the treetops, trying to catch a frightened squirrel. It's black bushy tail bobbed up and down as it ran in front of him. His muscles rippled through his jet black fur and he let out a snarl, reaching for the squirrel. Before he lost balance and fell from the branches, he dug his claws into the bark securely and shot a fore-paw in front of him to grab the creature. With a growl of happiness, he dragged it towards him, flailing, to give a finishing blow. Once he was content, he leaped down to the forest floor, and turned towards the direction of camp, panting. He dug up his two mice he had found earlier and trotted towards camp.
Moonshade sat in the camp with her tail curled around her paws neatly, soaking up the rays of sun that would soon turn cold in a few weeks. She felt the breeze lift her coat and she closed her deep, aquamarine eyes, letting out a sigh. In the light, her silver base-coat shone like stars in the night sky and over top, her dark grey tabby stripes were accented with fiery ginger outlines, as if they burned into her pelt. Her soft face was peaceful despite the pain her brother, Darkpelt, and her were going through. Their father had died only a moon ago. She opened her intense eyes, staring into the forest through the camp entrance, lost in thought.


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