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deputy — 47 moons — ♀
location: camp
tags: open
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deputy — 47 moons — ♀
location: camp
tags: open
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Sheltered beneath an overhang, the clan deputy picked slowly at a rather soggy vole. She’d been up for awhile, having not been able to sleep with the rain pounding and dripping down into her nest. She made a mental note to organize a repair party to do some work on the dens and smooth out the bothersome leaks once the weather cleared...if ever. Letting out a sigh, she leaned up, her fur fluffed out in an attempt to dry her damp fur. She figured that hunting patrols would be rather useless today, though she reasoned that one wouldn’t be too bad, especially if they went towards the forest. Her gaze swept around the camp, but it seemed that most cats weren’t eager to be outside.
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teller — 40 moons — ♂
location:
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teller — 40 moons — ♂
location:
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Tucked in his warm den, Quetzalcrest’s eyes were slitted as he stared out into the downpour, brooding about the prophecy he’d received a few nights ago. He knew he should be excited about the fact that he’d gotten his first omen, but really he felt bored with his life. He wasn’t a warrior, he wasn’t a healer, he was just...there, some vessel for StarClan to use to talk to the clan. Shifting into a sitting position, he debated what he ought to do today. Flickerpaw might want to do some training, but Quetzalcrest had no clue as to what more he could teach the cat. StarClan spoke to you, you spoke to them every now and then, what more to it? Maybe the could look for “signs.” Leaning over, he prodded the younger tom a few times, hoping to wake him up.
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warrior — 39 moons — ♂
location: ocean cave
tags: open
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warrior — 39 moons — ♂
location: ocean cave
tags: open
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Waves thundered against the cliffs, hissing and causing the world around him to gurgle and pop. Serintail padded across a stretch of wet sand, his paws damp from the sea water that continuously lapped at his paws. He was in a deep canyon of sorts, with black, wet walls stretching up on either side of him, laden with mussels and tough sea lichen. Luckily for him, it was low tide, otherwise he’d be underwater, tossed against the jagged stones. Instead, he walked comfortably along, his eyes looking around for scraps of rubbish he could use for his traps. Disappearing beneath the earth now, the rain grew quiet as he entered the massive cave, his eyes adjusting to the gloom. Water dripped from the ceiling and bioluminescent algae flowed softly in the abyss, winking at him as he went deeper inside. This was perhaps his favorite place on the island, dangerous and yet full of little wonders. He knew he’d have until sunhigh before the waters swept into the canyon and therefore got to work sniffing around and nosing underneath rocks.
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kit — 5 moons — ♂
location: nursery
tags: open
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kit — 5 moons — ♂
location: nursery
tags: open
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sleeping
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loner — 27 moons — ♀
location:
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loner — 27 moons — ♀
location:
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tba