❖ 32 moons ❖ warrior ❖ male ❖ location; in tree ❖ tags; open ❖ apprentice; open ❖
Crowjaw had been up long before the morning sky filled with light. He was as black as night and the best time for him to creep about was when he was unable to be seen. He had made his way to the far south side of their small island. He sat perched in a tall evergreen that daringly danged over the raging river. His pale eyes peering down into the aggressive clash of water, forcefully being split in two as it went around their land in different paths. Something Crowjaw could relate to. Being torn, that is. His ears were on high alert, listening to the sounds around him. Draining out the sounds of the water below, he was particularity listening for birds. It was his favorite meal. His breathing was slow, almost non-existent. He was backed up against the tree in a patch of deep shade, waiting for the opportune moment, silent, still. He waited and watched as the nest of eggs that lay just below this branch must be revisited sooner or later. He had all the time in the world and the patience to match. As the sun began to rise above the tree line and his figure became more than a silhouette in the background, his moment finally has come. He crept forward on silent paws. His claws unsheathed and in one fell swoop he jumped. Landing on his prey that had just returned from a hunt of its own.
❅ 20 moons ❅ warrior ❅ female ❅ location; north riverbank ❅ tags; open ❅ apprentice; open ❅
Frostrose was no early riser. She very well could have been a kitty pet in her last life. She rolled to the side of her nest and stretched before fully sitting up. She blinked a couple times and then looked down at her pelt. It was sticking up and covered in her own bedding. She took a large yawn in, rolled her shoulders and padded out into the sunlight. Her pelt seemed to illuminate against the bright rays of the sun. She continued to yawn and smack her jaws as she walked past the opening of their camp towards the riverbank in the north. She did not like to go south, it was just something that made her feel uneasy and if she could avoid it she would. It felt like a long walk to her, but she eventually popped out the other side and walked to the edge. She peered down at herself before taking subtle sips against the calm of the water. The only calm spot it seemed. When she was finished she sat down to clean herself and begin the rest of her morning routine, before she would take off to begin some more findings to the world around them.
♣ 10 moons ♣ apprentice ♣ male ♣ location; forest ♣ tags; rootshadow ♣ mentor; open ♣
Stonepaw had awoken to the loud voices of the apprentices speaking to each other. Something he was never a part of. He rolled his neck from one side to the other before heading out. His eyes showing a fixation on the forest. He took a sideways glance at the kill pile, it seemed low to him. This clan sure lacks preparedness... he thought to himself as he made his way out of the forest. He walked along the river's edge until he spotted a familiar tom he had often seen around camp. He had always thought of rootshadow as a cat that had something on his mind. Much like himself, he supposed. He walked past a pile of freshly eaten fish carcass and stopped just as he watched rootshadow disappear into the thickness of the forest. He wanted to call out to him, but the words wouldnt come out. It wasnt like he was close to anyone, he cant just blatantly call out for no reason. So in his troubling thought process on whether to call his name or not, shadowpaw just quietly followed behind.
