𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐎 𝐆
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- gender. molly
rank. warrior
apprentice: n/a
location: camp
tagged: leopard
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- The warrior's den was quiet, save for the hushed breathing of her slumbering clan mates. Cloverfog was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed as she rolled balls of fresh moss into her nest, furthering the cushion quality of her sleeping place. Moss had always felt the most comfortable to her when she slept so when the grey molly had come across a particular tree who's trunk was a cesspool brimming of fresh moss, clinging with morning dew, she could hardly hesitate to gather a wad in her jaws and bring it back to camp. Once she was content with the turnout of her nest, she rose to her paws just as the sound of her leader's call rang out from outside the den. Ears perked forward in attention, the sleek grey molly turned and ducked out of the den, careful not to step on any of her slumbering clan mates. Cloverfog's soft green gaze found the spotted pelt belonging to Leopardstar and contently settled beneath where a couple cats had already gathered, waiting patiently to hear what Leopardstar was about to announce.
𝐎 𝐓 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐓 𝐎 𝐎 𝐓 𝐇
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- gender. tom
rank. warrior
apprentice: n/a
location: camp
tagged: leopard, sparrow
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- He was lounging peacefully near the far side of camp, tucked away between two large boulders and a lush carpet of grass beneath his body. It was his favourite place to spend his time when he wasn't on patrols or helping out around the camp. Ottertooth let out a soft grunt as he shifted positions, twisting his body around so he lay on his back between the two boulders. The sun overhead heated up his thick pelt and warmed him to the bone. The burly tom was on his way back into a peaceful slumber when a voice called out to the whole of Thrushclan, their leader's voice to be exact. Although his body was reluctant to move from it's warm cocoon between the boulders, Ottertooth forced himself to his paws and ambled towards the growing throng of bodies gathered beneath Leopardstar. As he approached he spotted Sparrowtail and from the way the tom's head was on a constant swivel and form the way his eyes darted back and forth, the warrior was clearly searching for someone. Ottertooth bid the tom a good morning and dipped his head in passing as he continued towards the group and took a seat near the back.