grayclaw,, tom,, warrior,, tagged _ dovetail, poppycloud
minkpelt,, molly,, warrior,, tagged _
- The large warrior was asleep soundly, until he woke up to the light sound of chattering. Grayclaw blinked slowly as he looked out the den, noticing his brother had came back from receiving his nine lives. “Beat me to it.” He chuckled softly, letting out a light yawn as he shook his heavy coat and got up gently, grooming out the knots in his fur. The warrior scanned the camp, observing as others began to get up and go greet the newly made leader. Grayclaw exited the den, entering the nursery to greet the queens. “Morning Dovetail, morning to you too, Poppycloud.” He purred in a friendly tone. He glanced back out the nursery for a quick second, curious to where Vervainclaw may be, hoping to get to know his assigned mate more.
- Buzzardgaze rolled around lazily in his bed, before noticing the arrival of the newly made leader returning, who seems to look tired and worn out. The young tom got up, smiling as he watched a small crowd form. “Nice going, Sunstri- Sunstar.” He purred softly to himself, happy for the older tom. Buzzardgaze curled his tail around his paws once he made it outside the den, sitting in front of it. Curiously watching the buzzing camp awakening, his mind drifted towards Willowblaze, his assigned mate. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get along with her just yet, as she was more older and seemed to take an interest in other toms, but that seemed to be completely fine in Buzzard’s mind. He just hopes they could perhaps, get along, that’s all.
minkpelt,, molly,, warrior,, tagged _
- Staring outside of the den in her tidy bed sleepily, the small molly was attempting to fall asleep again, until she notice Sunstrike, now Sunstar, returning. Minkpelt slowly got up and stretched, grooming her light pelt gently. The molly fixed her moss bed just slightly, as she enjoyed being organized and clean before leaving. Minkpelt shook her pelt just a bit once more before leaving the den, greeting the ones who had just woken up. They probably didn’t hear her, as her tone seemed to be quiet and soft-spokened, especially in the mornings, but she didn’t seem to mind. Minkpelt purred softly to herself, seeming to have a good morning today as she settled down in a shady area, watching as the camp get busy.