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Puffinleaf

Rank: Plague healer
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Apprentice: Ternpaw
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Open

Puffinleaf stared at the pattering rain from her den in contempt. She knew that with winds and rain like this that it was only a matter of time before cats came running into her den with all sorts of illnesses. Turning her gaze to the herbs she had in her den, Puffinleaf hoped that she had enough to last till the rain let off. In fact, she may already need to get some. Padding over to her stores she narrowed her eyes at the lack of Lungwort. Should she risk going out to get some or wait here and hope that no one gets yellow cough? Though a trip to the nursery might be necessary to make sure the kits aren't sick in this weather, then maybe she should check on the elders afterwards.

Dovetail

Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: Open
Mate: Wanted
Tags: Open

He was really regretting taking the night patrol last night. While it had been a good patrol with no troubles around the border and he had caught a bird on the way home, the current rain was making it impossible to sleep at the moment. Dovetail knew that others were already getting up and probably braving the rain, he just couldn't open his eyes at the moment with how tired he was. At this rate he might just have to force himself up and hope he isn't chosen to go hunting today, but for now, he'll just stay here and try to get a bit more sleep.

Crowsplash

Rank: Warrior
Age: 26 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Open

He couldn't understand what all the fuss was with the rain, it was only a bit of water after all. The wind on the other hand, he could understand. It made everything that much colder, but he could handle it. Once he was outside the den Crowsplash spotted the Anhingaheart as she was giving out the morning patrols. He debated going over and asking to join in but the thought of actually talking to others this morning didn't seemed to sit right with him and decided he would rather hunt by himself today.

Chickadeepaw

Rank: Apprentice
Age: 10 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Mentor: Pigeonpounce
Crush: Open
Mate: N/A
Tags: Open

Chickadeepaw currently sat in her nest looking longingly at the entrance to the apprentice den as if trying to will the rain to stop so she could go out and train. Shifting her paws underneath her, she wondered if she was the only one in the den that could feel the chilly winds blowing. Maybe there was something she could do to fix the draft? Was it even a draft? Now she was getting distracted when she needed to go out and see if her mentor was around. Maybe Pigeonpounce would get her later.

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⧫ Eaglestorm ⧫ 43 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Heterosexual ⧫ Warrior ⧫
❋ Camp ❋
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⧫ Sparrowleap ⧫ 36 moons ⧫ She-cat ⧫ Bisexual ⧫ Warrior ⧫
❋ Warrior's Den ❋
✻ Kestralflight ✻ Serintail ✻

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Sparrowleap had been awake for a bit, her eyes half-way open to watch the rain pelting the ground from outside. Her ears perked up, hearing movement from behind her, and she watched with growing interest as first Canaryheart and then Ravenheart stalked- well, the latter stalked- out of the warrior's den to quickly take shelter under a tree. Her whiskers twitched, witnessing Ravenheart's interaction with Kestralflight. "I agree entirely." She said, eyes glimmering with amusement. Despite her words, though, she stood from her nest and padded briskly from the warrior's den into the rain she so-dreaded with merely a tail-wave for a goodbye, though she was odd enough that it couldn't really be considered abnormal for her to depart randomly from conversations. On a normal day, she would wholeheartedly join Kestralflight in taking refuge in the den, hoping to evade a patrol. But she was on a mission- Serintail's nest was empty, as it was so often. But today was different than most days. She had been keeping track of the strange tom and his strange habits- strangeness intrigued her especially when the thing causing the strangeness was alive, because then there were reasons to be found, and that was even more fascinating- and she guessed that since he had headed out before anyone woke, and it was a rainy day, he would return with mud from the cliffs, as he usually did when he disappeared on days like this. But she wasn't waiting this time- she was going to find him.
The she-cat slipped out of the camp entrance with cheery determination. She was shivering violently, of course- her thin fur provided no protection from the water, and the growing wind chill that grew as she neared the rocky cliffs was helping nothing- but she didn't pay much mind to the discomfort. She would gladly engage in comical complaints when she had nothing else to occupy her mind with, but she was intent on tracking the tom. Luckily, she was quite good at tracking, and while the rain was washing scents away, he had passed through recently enough that she could still catch some of his scent on a sheltered patch of land here and there.
When she broke free of the forest onto the flatlands, she couldn't help but let out a wild whoop and break into a sprint, relishing in the warmth that helped warm her up slightly and the rain and wind hitting her face. There was something to be said, she supposed, for the wonderful wildness of a rainstorm. not much to be said, in her opinion, but something.
She slowed as she neared the cliffs, her pristine white legs now caked with mud, as was most of her chest. The fur that wasn't dirty clung together in awkward strands from the water, but she couldn't care less. She was far too focused on watching the distant form of a cat below, dragging what looked to be a snake- but she logically assumed it was some sort of plant- along the ground towards a large, cracked rock. She picked her way down the cliff with what looked to be terrifyingly reckless abandon but was really just very quick judgment of pawholds and very little patience to get to them. So, perhaps it was a bit reckless, but nowhere near as dangerous as some would assume.
She thought back to her recent patrol with Larksong and Eaglestorm resentfully. You tell me to go down a cliff, Eaglestorm, I'll do it as I please. And Larksong can shut her fluffy mouth about how I'll break all my legs and yada-yada-worrying. She was still a bit sore over that- obeying orders, especially from arrogant, know-it-all toms, was not her favorite activity.
She pulled her distracted mind back to the present as her paws made contact with the pebbly ground, nearly freezing her in place. She shook the cold from her mind, steeling herself against the wind. Quite sure he hadn't heard her approach over the roaring sea, wind, and rain, she padded closer, kicking a stone forward on purpose in hopes of signaling her arrival and avoiding startling him.
She watched for a moment more as he attached a rock to the end of the rope, her whiskers twitching in bemusement, but her eyes bright with what could only be identified as inspiration, though it was positively much more, as she was rarely feeling just one thing. There was certainly a tinge of admiration there too, though also confusion, as she wasn't exactly sure what she was admiring. Deciding to find out, she tilted her head and finally vocalized what she had been wondering since they were apprentices.
"What are you doing? She called up to him, raising her voice to be heard over the wind.

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⧫ Larksong ⧫ 34 moons ⧫ She-cat ⧫ Heteroflexible ⧫ Warrior ⧫
❋ Warrior's Den ❋
✻ Open for Tags ✻

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⧫ Flickerpaw ⧫ 11 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Bisexual ⧫ Teller Apprentice ⧫
❋ Teller's Den ❋
✻ Skuastar ✻ Quetzalcrest ✻

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Flickerpaw had woken quite a bit before dawn, having sensed rain the night before, so he could revisit his battle skills and make sure they stayed sharp. Quetzalcrest barely managed to give him two battle training sessions per moon, which made sense, given their job relied on very different skills, but Flickerpaw was holding onto his fighting knowledge as best he could. It was the only thing he had left of his father, and Heronpaw could scoff all he wanted, but he still wasn't as good a fighter as Flickerpaw. Not that it mattered, anyway. If Heronpaw ever challenged the quieter brother sincerely, Flickerpaw would rather lay down and allow him to rip into his stomach than raise a claw to his kin. It certainly wasn't a good thing, but it's what Sunny had taught him about family. Even if his golden father wasn't able to stick to that teaching, though, it seemed like a kind way to live his life. And he liked to err on the side of kindness.
He had just launched himself into the air, attempting to complete the over-leap, as his dad had called it- where you basically just leap over a cat's head onto his back. It allows you to clamp your jaws down on his tail, which almost guarantees you at least a lull in the fight while your opponent recovers from the pain, if not victory- when he spotted Skuastar nearly bolting from his den. The urgency in the leader's face and pace was enough to distract the apprentice into collapsing on the muddy ground. "Foxdung!" He muttered, attempting to hastily clean his stained chest fur as he made a beeline for his and Quetzalcrest's den. He didn't do a very successful job, but unless the leader got himself in such a tizzy over muddy paws, he figured the tall tom had more pressing concerns than an apprentice's pelt.
He raised his eyebrows, catching the end of the leader's words, and slowed drastically to creep past the pacing leader with a dubious expression directed to Quetzalcrest, now not really knowing whether or not he was allowed to hear this conversation. He also felt as though the golden-brown tabby was too stressed for him to offer any sort of appropriate greeting, so he settled for trying to make brief eye contact with both toms, hoping one would give him a cue to leave if they didn't want him here.

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⧫ Heronpaw ⧫ 11 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Heterosexual ⧫ Apprentice ⧫
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⧫ Falconkit ⧫ 4 moons ⧫ She-cat ⧫ Heteroflexible ⧫ Kit ⧫
❋ Nursery ❋
✻ Cardinalblaze, Kitekit, Starlingkit ✻

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Falconkit, who had been sleeping peacefully (a rare event) despite the crashing showers outside, woke with a start at her mother's touch. Rather than lean into the touch with the love of a daughter, her ears flattened spitefully and she pummelled her mother's belly in retaliation, letting out a troubled squeak to show exactly how much she disapproved of being woken. "I was sleeping!" She cried plaintively, clearly now not caring whether or not her siblings awoke too. If she wasn't sleeping, then they wouldn't be either. She rolled her eyes at Kitekit's silent but telling response. "Goody-two-paws." She scoffed, curling back up into a tiny ball to wrap her still-short tail over her pink nose, watching her mother with dramatic wariness, as though daring the queen to disturb her again.

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A N H I N G A H E A R T
♀ | deputy
47 moons
location: camp
tags: Canaryheart, Nightingalesong,
Kestrelight

indentGusts of wind made quick work of Anhingaheart’s peaceful sleep. She blinked open her eyes, her nose immediately bombarded with the sharp scent of wet rock and salt. Rain drummed in her ears, and though every muscle in her body told her not to get up out of her nest, she did it anyway. The sable she-cat gingerly rid herself of moss and small feathers, a small yawn parting her jaws. After she was done, she glanced around the den, noticing who was awake. “Ah, Canaryheart,” she breathed, “How about you take out a hunting patrol? And...who’s that I see back there? Nightingalesong? You can come with me on a hunt with some others.” Her gaze flickered around to the other cats still deep in their nests. Kestrelflight had actually come back into the den, and that action certainly didn’t pass over the deputy’s radar. “Kestrelflight can join you, Canaryheart. He looks like he wants to get his paws muddy today.” Flicking the young warrior over the ear to rouse him, she beckoned for Nightingalesong to follow as she strode head high from the warriors’ den, undaunted by the weather.

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Q U E T Z A L C R E S T
♂ | teller
40 moons
location: camp
tags: Skuastar, Flickerpaw

indentLooking up from his little supply of herbs and handy kitting-sticks, the massive somali tom swung his head around to the entrance as Skuastar burst in, letting in a chill draft. “This better be good,” he muttered under his breath, turning to face his leader with a nonchalant expression. “Skuastar...what is it?” To say he was worried would be a lie. Not much phased him, seeing as he hung out with queens and kits for a living. They said the craziest things sometimes, molding him into a stoic message-bearer and—when necessary—a stellar liar...how else do you reassure queens and scare kits into obedience? I’m practically everyone’s dad. He inwardly chuckled, doing his best to make sure that his leader didn’t see that he was humored. Hush, Quetzalcrest...these are serious matters! Straightening up, he faced the older tom with sparkling yellow eyes, as if the sun had taken refuge from the storm inside of his skull.
indentSeeing his apprentice dart into the den, Quetzalcrest gave him a raised eyebrow at the abundance of mud on those legs of his but otherwise said nothing. He merely flicked his ears backwards, indicating that Flickerpaw could stay, but he should be quiet about it. Looking back to Skuastar, he kneaded his paws into the ground, waiting.

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S E R I N T A I L
♂ | warrior
39 moons
location: cliffs
tags: Sparrowleap

indentSeeing a pebble bounce across his field of vision, Serintail’s head whipped up, his eyes widening when he saw Sparrowleap approaching. “Oh uh, Sparrowleap...heyyy Sparrowleap.” The tom tried to act casual as he stepped around the rock, as if to hide the contraption from view. He’d never had any reason to think that what he was doing was wrong, but he was sure that it would be rather strange to his clanmates, and they might not approve of him tinkering with washed up two-leg items. “I’m just...I found this thing...with a fish on it? And...I was just...looking at it.” He gave her a sheepish smile, nodding towards the crack. “Maybe you’d like to look?” Perhaps if she didn’t freak out he might tell her that he was the one who had done it. Or maybe she’d already seen him? That was also a possibility. Fear and excitement swirled in his paws. On one hand, she might find it absurd and tell everyone in the clan that he’s insane, but on the other hand, she might like it and want to know more. Serintail had always dreamed of showing someone his traps, much like a queen proudly showed off her new kits. Then again, what if Sparrowleap thought it was weird that he watched other animals hunt instead of doing some hunting himself? The tom had done his fair share of ditching patrols and sneaking out of camp to work on his traps, what if he got reported? His conscience played tug-of-war with itself as he blinked at her with wide eyes, his whiskers adorned by droplets of rain and his pelt sodden with both seaspray and rain.

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Kit | 4 moons | Female
Location; Nursery
Tags; Kitekit, Falconkit,
Cardinalblaze


xxxxxStarlingkit was stirred to wakefulness by the rhythmic strokes of Cardinalblaze's tongue, and unlike Falconkit who was quick to protest, Starlingkit found contentment in their mother's warm affection. The soft pounding of the rain on their hollowed log den flooded her ears, and she raised her small head with a grumble. She longed to stretch her limbs running and tumbling with her littermates around the camp's clearing, but she knew by now how uncomfortable the sensation of mud sticking to her pelt was, let alone how fussy her mother would be upon seeing her brood skip back into the nest covered in it. She sat up to see Kitekit already awake, while Falconkit pouted in a tightly curled ball beside her. A rumble in Starlingkit's stomach quickly dismissed her thoughts of play, and she looked expectantly up at Cardinalblaze through eyes that reflected the color of hers.
xxxxx"Momma, have the warriors gone out hunting yet? I'm hungry," Starlingkit inquired sleepily, snuggling up closer to Cardinalblaze's belly for warmth against the gale that now whistled against the mossy wood walls.

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Warrior | 39 moons | Male
Pansexual | No crush
Location; Camp
Tags; Anhingaheart


xxxxx While rain and thunder wouldn't rouse Ospreycloud from his slumber, the waking murmurs of the other warriors and then Anhingaheart's louder voice giving out the morning assignments was able to. He shivered against the cold that crept into the den, and with some reluctance, tore himself away from the air of warmth given off by the sleeping cats surrounding him. He noticed there were already several empty nests, including, to his surprise, Sparrowleap's. Normally the tortoiseshell-tabby was among the last few cats to leave their nest. What didn't surprise Ospreycloud was the next discovery that Serintail's nest too was cold. Well, that checks out. He thought with amusement. His fiery friend was rather smitten with the tabby warrior lately, though Ospreycloud was sure she'd be quick to deny that claim, or at the very least avoid discussing it. Ospreycloud however had different things to focus on today.
xxxxxWith a brisk grooming of his ginger-and-white fur, the tall tom pushed his way outside of the den, following Anhingaheart and the others into the clearing.
xxxxx"Good morning, Anhingaheart. Mind if I come along on your hunt? I was hoping to show Heronpaw some bird-catching techniques today. It would be a good opportunity for him." Ospreycloud meowed as he caught up to her. He didn't like making requests of the deputy and hoped he wouldn't sound pushy, but when it came to his apprentice's training, he wanted to ensure Heronpaw got what he needed. He took a quick glance at the apprentices' den, and seeing no one outside, assumed the young gray tom was still blissfully asleep and unaware of the dreary, stormy day ahead of them.

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Elder | 144 moons | Female
Location; Elder's Den
Tags; none


(Still asleep, open for approach)

[nightmyth]

A N H I N G A H E A R T
♀ | deputy
47 moons
location: camp
tags: Canaryheart, Nightingalesong,
Kestrelight, Ospreycloud

indentGusts of wind made quick work of Anhingaheart’s peaceful sleep. She blinked open her eyes, her nose immediately bombarded with the sharp scent of wet rock and salt. Rain drummed in her ears, and though every muscle in her body told her not to get up out of her nest, she did it anyway. The sable she-cat gingerly rid herself of moss and small feathers, a small yawn parting her jaws. After she was done, she glanced around the den, noticing who was awake. “Ah, Canaryheart,” she breathed, “How about you take out a hunting patrol? And...who’s that I see back there? Nightingalesong? You can come with me on a hunt with some others.” Her gaze flickered around to the other cats still deep in their nests. Kestrelflight had actually come back into the den, and that action certainly didn’t pass over the deputy’s radar. “Kestrelflight can join you, Canaryheart. He looks like he wants to get his paws muddy today.” Flicking the young warrior over the ear to rouse him, she beckoned for Nightingalesong to follow as she strode head high from the warriors’ den, undaunted by the weather.
indentApproached now by Ospreycloud, the deputy turned gracefully to meet his gaze. Her movements were usually slow and purposeful, and to the untrained eye she easily gave off a snotty, spoiled vibe, but she was really quite the opposite. In reality, she was just one to take her time, never really in a particular rush and cool with just about anything. Listening, she nodded her head as the warrior spoke. “Of course! It’s a great day for bird catching.” She raised her eyes to the sky, easily imagining birds to come plummeting down to the earth, tossed inland by the fierce winds. “Easy pickings today, I’ll reckon,” she rumbled, “I bet the queens would love some feathers for their nests...and Quetzalcrest, too. I know he likes those feathers.” Anhingaheart nodded lightly to herself, proud of being able to remember which of her clanmates liked what. It’d always been her thing, a sort of personal philosophy that she believed allowed her to serve the clan better.

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Q U E T Z A L C R E S T
♂ | teller
40 moons
location: camp
tags: Skuastar, Flickerpaw

indentLooking up from his little supply of herbs and handy kitting-sticks, the massive somali tom swung his head around to the entrance as Skuastar burst in, letting in a chill draft. “This better be good,” he muttered under his breath, turning to face his leader with a nonchalant expression. “Skuastar...what is it?” To say he was worried would be a lie. Not much phased him, seeing as he hung out with queens and kits for a living. They said the craziest things sometimes, molding him into a stoic message-bearer and—when necessary—a stellar liar...how else do you reassure queens and scare kits into obedience? I’m practically everyone’s dad. He inwardly chuckled, doing his best to make sure that his leader didn’t see that he was humored. Hush, Quetzalcrest...these are serious matters! Straightening up, he faced the older tom with sparkling yellow eyes, as if the sun had taken refuge from the storm inside of his skull.
indentSeeing his apprentice dart into the den, Quetzalcrest gave him a raised eyebrow at the abundance of mud on those legs of his but otherwise said nothing. He merely flicked his ears backwards, indicating that Flickerpaw could stay, but he should be quiet about it. Looking back to Skuastar, he kneaded his paws into the ground, waiting.

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S E R I N T A I L
♂ | warrior
39 moons
location: cliffs
tags: Sparrowleap

indentSeeing a pebble bounce across his field of vision, Serintail’s head whipped up, his eyes widening when he saw Sparrowleap approaching. “Oh uh, Sparrowleap...heyyy Sparrowleap.” The tom tried to act casual as he stepped around the rock, as if to hide the contraption from view. He’d never had any reason to think that what he was doing was wrong, but he was sure that it would be rather strange to his clanmates, and they might not approve of him tinkering with washed up two-leg items. “I’m just...I found this thing...with a fish on it? And...I was just...looking at it.” He gave her a sheepish smile, nodding towards the crack. “Maybe you’d like to look?” Perhaps if she didn’t freak out he might tell her that he was the one who had done it. Or maybe she’d already seen him? That was also a possibility. Fear and excitement swirled in his paws. On one hand, she might find it absurd and tell everyone in the clan that he’s insane, but on the other hand, she might like it and want to know more. Serintail had always dreamed of showing someone his traps, much like a queen proudly showed off her new kits. Then again, what if Sparrowleap thought it was weird that he watched other animals hunt instead of doing some hunting himself? The tom had done his fair share of ditching patrols and sneaking out of camp to work on his traps, what if he got reported? His conscience played tug-of-war with itself as he blinked at her with wide eyes, his whiskers adorned by droplets of rain and his pelt sodden with both seaspray and rain.

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⧫ Eaglestorm ⧫ 43 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Heterosexual ⧫ Warrior ⧫
❋ Camp ❋
✻ Cardinalblaze ✻ Kitekit ✻ Starlingkit ✻ Falconkit ✻

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Eaglestorm stretched in his nest, the massive tom nearly poking the sleeping form of Larksong beside him with his extending limbs. He shook out his thick pelt, grateful for it when he noticed the pouring rain. He nearly couldn't go outside in the summer, it was so hot, but on days like this, his massive coat served him well. He decided to start his day with his almost-daily visit to the nursery, seeing as he'd been going in the afternoon for the past quarter-moon, only to find the kits tired out by a morning of play. While they were equally cute asleep, he quite enjoyed playing with them, and he was fairly certain they liked him too. At least, he was almost positive Starlingkit enjoyed his battle stories, of which he had plenty to share with her. He was desperately hoping to get her as an apprentice when she was old enough- she had such an affinity for battling already. " 'Morning." He greeted, a purr rising in his throat when he saw the kits. "How are you guys on this fine morning?" He addressed all of them with a hint of sarcastic cheer that only Cardinalblaze would pick up- the kits were still too young to catch those types of things- nodding a hello to the queen as he spoke and taking care to stick close to the entrance. He ended up blocking most of the light, but he guessed that was better than dripping rainwater all over the kits.

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⧫ Sparrowleap ⧫ 36 moons ⧫ She-cat ⧫ Bisexual ⧫ Warrior ⧫
❋ Warrior's Den ❋
✻ Kestralflight ✻ Serintail ✻

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The slender torbie raised a dubious eyebrow at his erratic speech and movements. Does he really think I didn't see that? She thought with another twitch of her whiskers. "Were you looking with your teeth?" She questioned, amusement saturating her voice as she referenced the sight of him dragging the snake-like tendril across the pebbly beach.
Her amusement faded slightly at his offer, replaced by heightened interest. Her eyes shone brightly, and she nodded eagerly, trying not to laugh at his rather... wet appearance. There was really no other word for it, he was positively soaked. That was to be expected, though; she was quite sure she had a similar appearance, and she hadn't been out for even half the time he had. Still, she couldn't help but feel as though she were talking to an apprentice she caught sneaking out of camp. Of course, she was no more likely to report the apprentice than she was Serintail, but she still enjoyed allowing them to believe that she would, at least temporarily. Serintail, she would have to tell eventually, because she certainly wouldn't want his worry over being caught to prevent him from continuing whatever fascinating project this was. She wondered, absent-mindedly, if he had been working on this every time he went out, or if this was only one of many.
"Yes!" She suddenly answered after an abnormally long pause. "With my eyes, if you don't mind." She answered slyly but not at all unkindly, though, she also didn't bother waiting for an invitation to bound past him and scale the cracked boulder.
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⧫ Flickerpaw ⧫ 11 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Bisexual ⧫ Teller Apprentice ⧫
❋ Teller's Den ❋
✻ Skuastar ✻ Quetzalcrest ✻

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The silver tabby was quite happy when his mentor indicated that he could stay, ducking his head awkwardly at the questioning look he earned for his state of cleanliness, or lack thereof. He was also apprehensive, though; it wasn't often that Quetzalcrest wanted quiet. He made his way to the shadowy corner where his nest lay and settled down, tucking his forepaws underneath his chest. He wrinkled his nose, feeling the mud already beginning to grow crusty, but stopped the instinct to groom it from his fur, guessing that the action would be too distracting to the leader. Once he was fully settled with his tail tucked around him, he gave the leader his full attention once again, complete with bright eyes and perked ears.

[rose626]

Puffinleaf

Rank: Plague healer
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Apprentice: Ternpaw
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Cardinalblaze Eaglestrom,
Starlingkit, Kitekit, Falconkit

It was times like these when she really hated her rank, well that was an exaggeration considering her love for it. However the rain did make her especially grumpy. Ternpaw was still sleeping so she decided to let him sleep a little longer while she did her checks. Bracing her self she left the dry den and headed to the nursery, giving an acknowledging nod to the deputy as she went. Thankfully the nursery wasn't too fare from the den and resisted shaking the water from her pelt no matter how badly she wanted to. "Hey Cardinalblaze, I'm here to-." she stopped, almost bumping into Eaglestorm. "Sorry about that. Anyway I'm here to make sure the kits aren't sick with all this rain we've been having."

Dovetail

Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: Open
Mate: Wanted
Tags: Open

He was really regretting taking the night patrol last night. While it had been a good patrol with no troubles around the border and he had caught a bird on the way home, the current rain was making it impossible to sleep at the moment. Dovetail knew that others were already getting up and probably braving the rain, he just couldn't open his eyes at the moment with how tired he was. At this rate he might just have to force himself up and hope he isn't chosen to go hunting today, but for now, he'll just stay here and try to get a bit more sleep.

Crowsplash

Rank: Warrior
Age: 26 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Open

While he didn't mind the rain, it was making it difficult to hunt. It seemed that most prey had taken to hiding in their burrows or nest to wait out the weather. He however was determined to return with something. Birds were more likely to out in comparison to mice despite the rain. He stood still, eyes closed, as he took in the scents and sounds around him. The scent or rain and dirt completely surrounded him, but there, the sound of fluttering caught his attention. He opened his eyes and turned towards the sound and crouched. Making his way forward was difficult in the mud but determination filled him. Eventually the sparrow was in his sights, blissfully unaware of the danger it was in. One leap later and the sparrow could be taken back to camp. The kill was a little messy but it would do.

Chickadeepaw

Rank: Apprentice
Age: 10 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Mentor: Pigeonpounce
Crush: Open
Mate: N/A
Tags: Open

Chickadeepaw currently sat in her nest looking longingly at the entrance to the apprentice den as if trying to will the rain to stop so she could go out and train. Shifting her paws underneath her, she wondered if she was the only one in the den that could feel the chilly winds blowing. Maybe there was something she could do to fix the draft? Was it even a draft? Now she was getting distracted when she needed to go out and see if her mentor was around. Maybe Pigeonpounce would get her later.

[CloudtheHen]

Pigeonpounce

31 moons | Tom | Hetero | Warrior | Apprentice: Chickadeepaw | Location: Warrior's Den | Tags: Pigeonpounce

Pigeonpounce flinched as a stray raindrop from outside managed to flick his nose. No matter how small he shrank himself up against the very back of the cosy log, the morning storm beyond the entrance was merciless. Every storm always seemed to taunt him, and the taunts would work. Pigeonpounce was quite terrified of them. But what terrified him more was the thought of what storms could do to others...
He staggered to his paws and hesitated at the entrance, squinting through the restless winds. He was only recently, and surprisingly on Skuastar's part, assigned an apprentice, Chickadeepaw. Honestly, Pigeonpounce was very lost when it came to being a good mentor, but the sense of swelling responsibility was undeniable. Good mentors checked on their apprentices, right? Good mentors checked on their apprentices even if their worries were probably nonexistent, right?
Pigeonpounce scrambled across the camp towards the Apprentice's Den.

[Stillanonion]

Ternpaw
Male
Crush; open
Mentor; Puffinleaf
Tags; Puffinleaf

Ternpaw snuggled his nose further into his pelt wishing he could stay in his den all day, but he knew
he would have to get up sooner or later. Ternpaw hauled himself out of his nest padding over to check
the stores of herbs, his heart tightened as he noticed they were low on lungwort, that was used for yellowcough wasn't it, Ternpaws mind was filled with visions of his mother for a moment "NO!"
he spat "I won't let myself see another cat dead from yellowcough, not for as long as I live" Ternpaw
knew he was talking to himself but he didn't really mind. With a nod of his head he left the den,
flinching at the sudden lash of wind and rain against his face. He raced over to the nursery, poking his
head in through the entrance "Puffinleaf would it be alright if I went out to gather lungwort"

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Pheasantpaw
Female
Crush; open
Mentor; Tealsky
Tags; chickadeepaw and Anhingaheart

Pheasantpaws eyes brightened as she saw the rain pelting down outside the den
"Yes!" she mumbled springing up and racing to the entrance of the
den, she nodded a good morning to chickadeepaw before bolting out into her
favorite weather. She darted around the camp jumping in puddles and coating her
pelt in mud. To late she noticed Anhingaheart, Pheasentpaw tried skidding to a
halt but that only sent up a shower of water and mud, moments later she collided
with the deputy.

[lianhua]

AlbatrossPaw (Dawn)
Nonbinary | 12 moons | Wound Healer Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Hawkstream | #__
AlbatrossPaw was already up during the early hours of the morning, sitting right inside the den, enjoying the sounds of the harsh rain outside. The sound of the rain was soothing and calming to them, one of the few sounds they truly enjoyed, because they could actually hear it. It may be faint, but it was soft and kind, like the fuzz of a mother's tail curling around their kit. They had already gone over their herbs this morning, so now they were relaxing, their fur fluffed up to keep them warm from the cold rain, though they didn't mind the cold so much as the others hated it.

TealSky
Tom | 28 moons | Warrior | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Pheasantpaw | #__
TealSky kept to himself in the warriors den, watching the rain from his nest in the back of the den. He debated going out anyways to do a morning hunt, but he didn't want to have to visit the plague healer for any sickness that might occur from that, so he remained, in a slight doze, listening to the rain and his thoughts.

ShrikePaw (Fall)
Non-Binary | 10 moons | Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Finchfeather | #__
ShrikePaw watched the camp from inside the apprentice den, laying in their nest that was rather close to the entrance. They spotted SkuaStar leave his den and enter the Tellers den and was curious about what was so dire that he needed to go out into the rain for, but their dislike for wet fur was enough to prevent them from leaving the nice, warm apprentice den in order to snoop and eavesdrop.

KiteKit (Fire)
Tom | 4 moons | Kit | Homoflexible | Crush: Open | x | #CardinalBlaze, siblings
KiteKit flattened his ears at FalconKit sneering at him. He huddled away from her, on the opposite side of his mother, so he didn't have to look or feel his sisters contempt for longer than he wanted to. Hearing a voice, he looked up to see EagleStorm and PuffinLeaf in the entrance for the nursery. A soft prrf sounded in his throat as he greeted them, happy to see them. "Hello!" KiteKit mewed, looking at them with bright eyes.