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| mood; nervous/hungry | location; camp | rank; senior medicine cat |
| mate; none | age; 67 moons | apprentice; firewillow & rainypaw |
| tags; open |πSunfeather sat in his den, specifically his makeshift nest of feathers and leaves, sleeping peacefully. Well, as peaceful as he could get. Quite frankly, Sunfeather was never peaceful. Even in his sleep, he twitched unnaturally.
He was an odd cat. When he was younger he was fine, but as his aged inclined, his mind went into a sharp decline.
His eyes suddenly flew open and he frantically glanced around.
"Still in the den? S-still in the den. Still in the den." He muttered to himself, his eyes darting all around frantically. He was still in the den. Yep, same old den. Same musty smell, same herbs, same nest. Still in the den.
He sat up, his eye twitching. He bent his head forward and licked his fluffy stomach fur a few times before getting to his feet and heading outside into the main part of camp.
Looking around, there didn't seem to be too many cats. Ashstar was near the fresh-kill pile, chowing down on a rodent or something. Sunfeather decided to head over there. He was a little wobbly on his feet, but he didn't pay any mind to it. His stomach growled, and his only focus was the fresh kill pile.
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| mood; peaceful | location; camp | rank; warrior |
| mate; none | age; 17 moons | apprentice; none |
| tags; open |πIvyflight lay outside the warrior's den in a beam of sunlight, licking herself clean and enjoying the morning sun. The camp was quiet right now, Ashstar still not having assigned a deputy or any patrols this morning.
He needed to assign a deputy soon. A clan without a deputy was very vulnerable.
She had been hoping that Ashstar would pick her, but she knew it was a lost cause hoping for that position. She was too young and hadn't even had any apprentices yet. It made her a little upset, knowing that Ashstar kept giving he older warriors apprentices rather than younger ones such as herself. Well, she definitely was the youngest warrior. She had had her warrior ceremony a few moons ago, and no new ones had taken place since then.
Ivyflight let out a yawn, dragging her thoughts away from the deputy position and rather to a more serious one - patrols. Although they had no real enemies, they still had borders to protect and food to hunt. She figured hunting would be a good idea, whether she was in a patrol or not.
She got to her feet and started to walk out of camp so that she could go hunt somewhere less... populated.