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Male :: Warrior :: 27 Moons Old
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The bengal tom flicked his tail in annoyance as he watched the camp go about normal day business. The sun was rising ever higher in the air and he took this opportunity lay down on his side and soak up what little he could before he was told to do anything productive. Though his eyes were open to slits, he could see the orange apprentice named Emberpaw prancing around the camp chasing a butterfly of all things. That kit had so much to learn if he was to ever earn the respect of his clan. But then again, what has Venomfang himself ever done to earn respect? The very idea was a joke to him. He had only himself to worry about on this fine day.
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Male :: Apprentice :: 8 Moons Old
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Emberpaw's eyes narrowed in determination as he viewed his target from the ground. It was light and orange just like him but it was begging to be caught. Crouching low to the ground, the apprentice stalked after his foe like a shadow. Though he didn't count for his orange pelt and the tiny butterfly took off into the air. "Mouse dung," Emberpaw spat and took off in a slow pursuit. At this point he was mainly playing with his prey and disregarded all who watched hims, specifically Venomfang, who he could tell was trying very hard to go unnoticed at the edge of the camp. At last, the orange apprentice found that his claw had hooked into the wing and he brought it to the ground where it lay twitching. But the young cat was not filled with pride as he watched it. Instead his eyes widened and backed away slowly, as if leaving the scene of a crime.
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Female :: Medicine Cat :: 34 Moons Old
Tags; Sootpaw
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The tuxedo she-cat watched Emberpaw from the medicine cat den and closed her eyes in disappointment. That young apprentice has fluff for brains. There is much for him to learn. Her tail sat wrapped neatly around her paws as she looked up at the sky, wishing it to be night fall. She always felt closer to Starclan when the stars shone brightly over the camp. But for night to come, day must run its course and so Mildtail would be patient. There was much work to be done. Now if only she could find her apprentice...
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Female :: Warrior :: 31 Moons Old
Tags; Whiteflower, Dawnflower
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The silver she-cat, Silvertail, padded back into the camp with her jaw full of mice. She immediately placed the prey into the fresh kill pile and turned around to see the camp in full life. The apprentice, Emberpaw, looked like he had seen a ghost. Venomfang basked in the sun as moody as ever. And the medicine cat looked busy searching for Sootpaw. All was right in the clan, so all was right with her. She turned and with soothing eyes, entered the nursery, her favorite place to be at times. Just moons ago she had been in here herself, nursing young Foxkit, but that was over now. With decent sized prey in her mouth she dropped them at the queens feet. "I bring you tidings of mice and joy. How are the kits?" she asked Dawnflower and Whiteflower.
Male :: Warrior :: 27 Moons Old
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The bengal tom flicked his tail in annoyance as he watched the camp go about normal day business. The sun was rising ever higher in the air and he took this opportunity lay down on his side and soak up what little he could before he was told to do anything productive. Though his eyes were open to slits, he could see the orange apprentice named Emberpaw prancing around the camp chasing a butterfly of all things. That kit had so much to learn if he was to ever earn the respect of his clan. But then again, what has Venomfang himself ever done to earn respect? The very idea was a joke to him. He had only himself to worry about on this fine day.
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Male :: Apprentice :: 8 Moons Old
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Emberpaw's eyes narrowed in determination as he viewed his target from the ground. It was light and orange just like him but it was begging to be caught. Crouching low to the ground, the apprentice stalked after his foe like a shadow. Though he didn't count for his orange pelt and the tiny butterfly took off into the air. "Mouse dung," Emberpaw spat and took off in a slow pursuit. At this point he was mainly playing with his prey and disregarded all who watched hims, specifically Venomfang, who he could tell was trying very hard to go unnoticed at the edge of the camp. At last, the orange apprentice found that his claw had hooked into the wing and he brought it to the ground where it lay twitching. But the young cat was not filled with pride as he watched it. Instead his eyes widened and backed away slowly, as if leaving the scene of a crime.
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Female :: Medicine Cat :: 34 Moons Old
Tags; Sootpaw
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The tuxedo she-cat watched Emberpaw from the medicine cat den and closed her eyes in disappointment. That young apprentice has fluff for brains. There is much for him to learn. Her tail sat wrapped neatly around her paws as she looked up at the sky, wishing it to be night fall. She always felt closer to Starclan when the stars shone brightly over the camp. But for night to come, day must run its course and so Mildtail would be patient. There was much work to be done. Now if only she could find her apprentice...
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Female :: Warrior :: 31 Moons Old
Tags; Whiteflower, Dawnflower
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The silver she-cat, Silvertail, padded back into the camp with her jaw full of mice. She immediately placed the prey into the fresh kill pile and turned around to see the camp in full life. The apprentice, Emberpaw, looked like he had seen a ghost. Venomfang basked in the sun as moody as ever. And the medicine cat looked busy searching for Sootpaw. All was right in the clan, so all was right with her. She turned and with soothing eyes, entered the nursery, her favorite place to be at times. Just moons ago she had been in here herself, nursing young Foxkit, but that was over now. With decent sized prey in her mouth she dropped them at the queens feet. "I bring you tidings of mice and joy. How are the kits?" she asked Dawnflower and Whiteflower.
