Swampclan||The Clan of the Marshes|| !ACCEPTING!

[pep]

{ @Peeta (is it all right if I call you that?): Would either Slyclaw or Shadowfur like Beepaw as their apprentice? }

[Xhat]

(It's alright if you call me that and yes, Slyclaw would love an apprentice!)

[kivr & fireflii]

Russetpaw

A yawn escaped a tabby tom's mouth as his body heaved with a contented sigh. With its chest gently raising and lowering, tail lightly twitching, and ears occasionally twitching, the tom simply lie a moment longer before blearily blinking its eyes open. A flash of yellow-green split the darkness as the cat peered around the cave; the only source of light came from the filtering rays of the entrance. After a brief moment of silence, the feline reached out its paws and stretched. Its fur stood on end, likely from the cat rolling in his sleep, as its back arched. Had any other cat been awake, they would easily be able to notice the rippling muscled beneath the ruffled fur.

Only a moment later and the tabby tom could be sighted peeking his head out from the hanging reeds. The musky scent of the swampland surrounded the cat. Under normal circumstances, one might say that the scent was more like a stench, but it was certainly home to Russetpaw.

His yellow-green eyes peered around in silence, sometimes his whiskers twitching every so often at an aroma riding the breeze and sometimes his ears twitched at a far away sound. None bothered him at the moment, however. Russetpaw walked out a little more, the reeds leaving a trail of shredded vegetation to settle into his fur (to which he would just groom out later). A sigh left him as he glanced around the Swampclan camp. For the most part, the area was mostly dark, considering they were in the swamp under the shadows of the trees and brush. However, here and there, Russetpaw could still eye some patches of grass where the sun was able to hit. Of course, all of these spots were taken up by other cats sunbathing.

His tail flicked in indifference before the apprentice padded toward the fresh kill pile. The pile was a nice size, and certainly it would grow once the hunting patrol came back. At that thought, he inwardly winced, silently feeling a bit of pity for some of the other apprentices. Even now, Russetpaw could feel the light soreness on his paw pads as he neared the food. The border fight from yesterday was certainly not his ideal thought of a heroic deed, but nonetheless, he would not turn down a chance to work his stronger muscles.

With his tail wildly twitching in excitement, energy filled his body. Russetpaw quickly gathered up a plump toad in his glee. Other clans may not be as welcoming to such awkward food, but being a Swampclan member, he found the taste grew on him. With the heavy weight being held up, Russetpaw twisted around, hoping to quickly find somewhere to lie down and eat before his mentor took him out for the day.

((I don't mind, Peeta.))

[Xhat]

"Russetpaw, Good Morning." a female mew echoed from the darkness. Slyclaw appeared, shaking her long, messy fur. "Come." she guestered, flicking her tail towards a sunny spot that had opened, and padded over. She layed down, keeping one eye open to make sure her friend's apprentice, Russetpaw, was coming.

[LadyVader]

(I thought Russetpaw was Flametail's apprentice. )

[Xhat]

(Changed it, made a mistake!)

[kivr & fireflii]

((;O Peeta, could you do a form for your own characters? I don't even know what your character looks like, so it's giving me a bit of trouble to write it out.))

[Xhat]

(Alright, I will make a form for mine. Just keep checking the front page!)

[pep]

{ @Peeta: You put Robin under Toki&Bel's username. Just wanted to point this out; I don't mean this rude in any way. d:
I'll post for Beepaw soon. }

Robin crawled out of her little makeshift den she had found in the swamplands. Whiskers twitching as she sniffed the air, she stepped back away from the den and observed it, like she did every day to check for claw marks. The hollowed log was quite comfortable in terms of slumber and shelter, always providing her with warmth in winter and shade in summer. None other than her claw marks, nearly covered with moss by then lined the log here and there, but nowhere in sight. Just to be sure, the lone she-cat dipped her pink nose to the moss to inhale. Nope, none other than her well-disguised scent. Perking her ears for any sounds- she was aware her den was on the edge, if not near the center of a territory- Robin trekked on, searching for a fat toad or two to feast upon.

[Xhat]

Done...