Flypaw - 7 moons - Tom - Tags: Shadowpaw
Flypaw rolled around uncomfortably in his nest, which felt just a bit too prickly no matter which way he seemed to lie. Adjusting to his new den was taking some time, not so much because of the den itself, but rather because of the cats he had to share it with. Clementinepaw was particularly obnoxious, Squidpaw was not much better, and Shadowpaw was just...there. He eyed the sleeping apprentice from afar, his silver tabby pelt rising and falling with each breath...and narrowed his eyes. Shadowpaw may not have been as loud and rambunctious as their other two denmates, but he was irritating in his own right. The tom was older than Flypaw by several moons, but he acted more like a depressed mouse than a cat. He was quiet and timid, annoyingly so, and a complete pushover as far as Flypaw was concerned. Rising to his paws, Flypaw wove his way silently between the nests in the den until he arrived at Shadowpaw's. For a moment, he simply stood over and watched the black-striped tom sleep. He looked so peaceful...
Too peaceful.
He stomped hard on Shadowpaw's tail, letting his claws poke through just enough for the older apprentice to feel them.
Firewater - 40 moons - Tom - Tags: Brackenstrike
Firewater was resting peacefully in the camp clearing, purring as the sun warmed his freshly groomed pelt. He felt nearly about to fall asleep when several voices near the camp's entrance jolted him awake, and he turned his gaze to see Bravestar and Honeymask greeting a couple of strangers, although none appeared unfriendly. More to join us soon, I'm sure, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Brackenstrike on the other side of camp, watching from afar as he tucked into a rabbit, and, rather than rushing to greet the strangers and potentially overwhelming them, Firewater decided to give them some space and made his way to his clanmate's side instead. "Morning, Brackenstrike," he meowed through a yawn. Upon following the tom's gaze to the crowd of cats at the entrance, he couldn't help but notice that Brackenstrike's eyes were glued more to one cat than the others--Bravestar. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, his whiskers twitching humorously.
Moonshine - 12 moons - She-cat - Tags: The newcomers
The hustle and bustle in the camp clearing awoke Moonshine from her restless sleep. This was only the second night she'd spent at the clan's camp, but while it wasn't particularly uncomfortable, nothing could match the comfort of her old home. Her heart ached just at the thought of it, and she shook the thought away. Mustn't think of it. No, there was something more important now. She gazed down at her soft belly, growing rounder with her unborn kits by the day, and felt a purr rise in her chest. I can't wait to meet you, little ones! Her ears pricked at the sound of more unfamiliar voices outside the den, and she quickly slid outside to see what was going on. She tried to be confident that they were all fairly safe in the camp--at least, as safe as one could be in the forest--but still, every unknown sound and scent needed to be investigated, just in case. She saw, unsurprisingly, that Bravestar was already talking to whoever the voices belonged to, followed by Honeymask. The two she-cats' demeanors were calm and friendly, indicating that there was nothing to worry about, and so Moonshine decided she might as well see what all the fuss was about. True to her name, her plumy white fur shone as she stepped into the early morning light, making her look as bright as a full moon on a starless night. She padded closer to the group of cats by the entrance, somewhat slowly so as not to draw attention to herself, and angled her ears to catch whatever words she could. She stopped just a bit behind Bravestar and Honeymask, close enough to see the newcomers for herself, but still at a safe distance, and let her gaze travel over them. At the head of the group were two tall toms, a lanky silver one with darker flecks and a muscular pale ginger one with stunning amber eyes. Behind them stood a pure white cat, a small brown tabby, a dark brown tom, and a dark ginger one. Moonshine's gaze flitted curiously from one to the other, her blue eyes as large and round as two twin moons, but she remained silent.
