Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((Well he could start in the mediine cat den, trying out herbs in the sun maybe? Ill have Flickerkit come visit him xD))
((Okey dokey Kear!))

[ѕнαdy]

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• 30 мσσиƨ • Яσɢʋɛ • αρρяɛитιcɛ: И/Δ • ♀ •

❝Ƥʋяιтʏ σя иσтнιиɢ. Єαƨʏ.❞

Both she-cats stood and followed, each taking to the trees. Drop had always been an excellent spy because of her silence, and was used to running from tree to tree. Hollowstar was just as used to it, though it was because of her RockClan heritage and being born in the trees. "Hollowsoul, call me that," She said.

{I will soon make a form for a kit for Flickerkit to befriend/ annoy/ hate.}

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((If u want u can wait for Applesong's second litter and take one of those kits :3))

[darĸнowl]

.: T I G E R S T R I P E :.

He nodded curtly and watched Drop out of the corner of his eye. He yawned, wondering when they'd pass a patrol. He didn't scent any.

(( anyone wanna find Tigerstripe??? >: ) ))

[the timey thing]

{ Is 'Mist', 'Fog', 'Pour', or 'Sleet' in use begore paw or --- I might be able to change it now. xDD }

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((you could just look at the list on the front page, Kear lol, but no none of those are taken but rhere is a Mistypaw so that might get confusing lolz))

[Tamagod.]

:: D U C K P O N D ::
:: QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK ::

:: SEVENTY MOONS ::
:: RELAXED ::
:: M E D I C I N E C A T ::
:: HOPEFUL ::
:: QUACK ::

"I think thiiiiis one...." The white feline gives out a long purr, his sharp eyes gliding over herb within a hungry silence. "QUACK!"The seventy moon old cat swipes his paw down, crunching up the leaves of a Chamomile flower. He began to cackle as he did so- attempting to smother the bits so tiny- that once done, it would feel like a grainy pillow. 'But maybe- this isn't the way to do it...!' The thought came through his head only after he began to smash- and the young seventy moon old cat could only blink and look down at the crushed Chamomile.

A minute of thought.

"Aww... tch." The Medicine Cat made a rather unsavory face, tongue pulled out in disgust, snout crunched, and ears pulled back in dismay. How AWFUL."What a waste this was."The feline gives out a grumble and begins to wipe his now dirty paw on the floor, uncaring of the neatness that he probably should consider.

[the timey thing]

{ Edited the form even though it was a pain. If I missed something, let me know. <3 }

[zoketi.]

[[Oh hi Kear! :3 And yay, Sprucepaw has a mentor at last! <3]]

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• she-cat | apprentice | 8 moons | in forest •

Rainpaw's eyes sparkled, and her tail curled and swished around her paws as she gazed at Brambleheart. "Oh yes..." She breathed, her thoughts bubbling and churning with withheld excitement. She preferred fighting over hunting, and was always more ready to do that than the other. She felt like her battle moves came much more naturally than her hunting ones did. Her ears pricked and fur fluffed out slightly, she shifted from paw to paw, eager to begin.

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• she-cat | med cat apprentice | 6.5 moons | in camp •

Sprucepaw licked her chest fur as she sat quietly in the shadows of the medicine cat den. Her eyes scoured her surroundings, flicking from one cat to the next as they bustled about camp. She could hear the soft mutterings of her mentor behind her, deeper in the den. Sprucepaw had a sudden guitly though that she should be working with him. After all, she had been up since dawn and hadn't done a single bit of her duties. Thankfully, no cat was currently injured or sick, so there were no major tasks to be done. But she completely understood the importance of the smaller ones, and chastised herself for not being with Duckpond as soon as he awoke. She flicked her tail and rose to her paws, slipping deeper into the den. Her small, pale form padded over to her mentor, teal eyes glowing in the dimmer light.

[Tamagod.]

:: D U C K P O N D ::
:: QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK ::

:: SEVENTY MOONS ::
:: RELAXED ::
:: M E D I C I N E C A T ::
:: HOPEFUL ::
:: QUACK ::

"Quack?" Duckpond's yellow eyes flicker from the ground for a moment to see who was it that approached him. "Ah! It is you, Sprucepaw, Quack!" The Medicine cat abandons the laid out herbs and approaches the younger one, bounding over with unused energy and a rather wide stare. "How lovely is it for you to come by, dear apprentice! What might I owe this pleasure to, quack?" Duckpond often spoke like this regardless to who it was he spoke to. He tilted his head in curiosity, and continued to swipe his paw on the ground. He still felt bits of chamomile on it- and it was getting irritating to deal with.