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AlbatrossPaw (Dawn)
Nonbinary | 12 moons | Wound Healer Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Hawkstream | #__
AlbatrossPaw was already up during the early hours of the morning, sitting right inside the den, enjoying the sounds of the harsh rain outside. The sound of the rain was soothing and calming to them, one of the few sounds they truly enjoyed, because they could actually hear it. It may be faint, but it was soft and kind, like the fuzz of a mother's tail curling around their kit. They had already gone over their herbs this morning, so now they were relaxing, their fur fluffed up to keep them warm from the cold rain, though they didn't mind the cold so much as the others hated it.

TealSky
Tom | 28 moons | Warrior | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Pheasantpaw | #DoveTail
TealSky jerked out of his trance when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head slightly, he saw it was DoveTail, who seemed to have a similar idea of staying in the den. A small smile formed on his lips as he flicked his ear in greeting. "Right idea, huh?" His voice was soft and gravelly, low and hoarse from not having used it in a while. TealSky usually never used his voice, speaking was something he never found interest in, as was interacting with other cats, but now and a then it didn't bother him, especially when it's with only one other cat.

ShrikePaw (Fall)
Non-Binary | 10 moons | Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Finchfeather | #__
ShrikePaw watched the camp from inside the apprentice den, laying in their nest that was rather close to the entrance. They spotted SkuaStar leave his den and enter the Tellers den and was curious about what was so dire that he needed to go out into the rain for, but their dislike for wet fur was enough to prevent them from leaving the nice, warm apprentice den in order to snoop and eavesdrop.

KiteKit (Fire)
Tom | 4 moons | Kit | Homoflexible | Crush: Open | x | #CardinalBlaze, siblings, PuffinLeaf
KiteKit grinned sheepishly at PuffinLeaf, feeling a bit embarrassed to have been so loud and excited previously. "I'm good. I like the sound of the rain." He mewed, looking back to his mother to make sure he was doing alright. Socially, he means, as since they're the only kits in the nursery and he doesn't really get along with his siblings well, he's unsure of how to interact with other cats that much. "No coughing! That I've noticed, anyways."

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Ternpaw
Male
Crush; open
Mentor; Puffinleaf
Tags; Puffinleaf

Ternpaw nodded greatfully "I'll go ask....erh" Ternpaw scanned the camp quickly, spotting Ravenheart sitting in the entrance to the warriors den "R-Ravenheart!"
he meowed to himself, padding carefully around puddles and more muddy patches. He chuckled slightly as he watched his sister scramble over her words to apologize to the still slightly stunned deputy. Ternpaw slowed as he reached the entrance of the warriors den "Hey Ravenheart" he meowed, giving her a friendly blink "I-If your not doing anything then would you mind coming to help me collect herbs?"

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Pheasantpaw
Female
Crush; open
Mentor; Tealsky
Tags; Anhingaheart / Open

"Sorry again!" Pheasantpaw called after the deputy before retreating to the apprentices den to wash the mud of herself.

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Puffinleaf

Rank: Plague healer
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Apprentice: Ternpaw
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Cardinalblaze, Eaglestrom,
Starlingkit, Kitekit, Falconkit

"Excellent to hear. And do you know what to do if you or someone else starts to cough or sneeze?" She purred to the little kit, forgetting about her wet coat for just a moment while she was with the adorable kits. She never had the want to have a mate or kits of her own but she does love to watch and help out if she needs to. Maybe when the rain stops she could take the kits to the elder's den to hear some stories, not now though as the risk of sickness spreading was too great at the moment.

Dovetail

Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: Open
Mate: Wanted
Tags: Tealsky

"Yea, way too wet for me. Not to mention way too early." He replied in amusement, turning his gaze to watch the entrance a bit more. "Not sure why any cat would want to go out in this weather either." He shivered slightly at the thought of going out while it was this wet and cold. He doubted the hunting patrols would be able to catch much today meaning that staying here and conserving energy for later would be for the best, at least that's what he told himself.

Crowsplash

Rank: Warrior
Age: 26 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Open

While he debated returning to camp or continuing to hunt, he head the faint sounds of talking coming from the direction of the cliffs. He hadn't realised how far he had come but decided to leave it be and head to camp with his prey. Maybe he should head to the stream and see if there were any fish to be caught. A difficult decision for him. On one paw his fur was already soaked through, not that he minded he just didn't want Puffinleaf and her apprentice to lecture him again, while on the other he could bring back more prey. After a moments hesitation he decided to go fishing. The stream was very full with all the rain and it was hard to see any fish and he realised he had made a wrong choice. In disappointment he headed towards camp with only the sparrow.

Chickadeepaw

Rank: Apprentice
Age: 10 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Mentor: Pigeonpounce
Crush: Open
Mate: N/A
Tags: Pheasantpaw,
Pigeonpounce

She ducked her head in embarrassment at her scolding and mumbled a sorry when her mentor was done. Sure it was funny but she forgot about how dangerous it was as she shuffled her paws. However her mood brightened once more when Pigeonpounce said they were going to do combat training. "Really? Will anyone else be coming with us?" Her tail betrayed her excitement, not that she was trying to hide it considering it had been a little while since their last group combat training with all the patrolling and hunting that had to be done.

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finchfeather "finch" -- tom-cat -- warrior -- no crush/mate -- mood; dreary -- tags/mentions; none, open!
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xxxxxxSplat! Rain poured down onto the ground like the floodgates had opened and unleashed their holy cry. But this wasn't all too terrific, for rain like this was normal on such terrain. The felines living among the grounds of this island, and Birdclan territory, had grown forcibly used to the constant battering of the rain. It had a mind of its own, some days. One would think it was done with its atrocious reign, until it returned merely an hour later, not leaving any spare time for any creature to regain its strength to battle this horror again. While others were more accustomed to the rain and its constant return, Finchfeather was still learning how. Each day it poured, which seemed to be almost every day, Finch felts its gloomy effects. It made him feel dread, and caused his temper to become short-lived. However, he never let his nerves get the best of him, and kept himself from snapping at every cat he met while he was rising in the morning, feeling as if he was about to walk into a battle.

xxxxxxHis tender nose was barely peeked outside of the warriors' den before Finch decided he'd need more time to prepare. "I'm not ready for this." The orange-tabby tom huffed in annoyance. He slunk back to his nest, retreating from the horror just outside the den that he did not care to face. "It'll pass soon." He told himself, feeling rather optimistic for such a nasty scenario. For the moment, he'd curl back into his nest and let the others take on the threat before he did.

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wrenstrike "wren" -- she-cat -- warrior -- no crush/mate -- mood; xxx -- tags/mentions; xxx
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xxxxxxThere was no time to sleep away the day, was what this she-cat thought. No time to do anything off-task. It is all work and duty to this feline, and a break was not needed. Breaks were for when they were desperately needed, in order to heal or to retreat. But there was no need for such. It was hard workers like Wrenstrike that kept the foundations of Birdclan strong. She needed to keep herself busy, or she feared of going off track. What if there was something she missed? What if there were things to do, which seemed to be always. And so, one couldn't possibly be surprised to see this warrior off hunting or doing something while she could have been sleeping. If she slept again, would the dreams return?

xxxxxxYes, this feline was plagued by night terrors and insomnia. Ever since she was left abandoned by her dear parents, the young she-cat let her imagination get to her in her sleep. Therefore, her loneliness and hopeless guilt kept her awake at night; and if not awake, tossing and turning in her terrifying dreams. "Sleep is not needed." Wren sighed almost silently, trying to convince herself that her own statement was right. Hanging limp from her maw was a freshly killed bird, dainty feathers stained by blood and soaked by rain. It was a dreary morning, as always, and made Wren feel even more alone and hopeless. "At least I have some use." Whispered the feline. While the other warriors and cats of many ranks were just waking from their slumber, Wrenstrike had already made a successful kill, and was heading into the camp to deliver her catch to the fresh-kill pile. She padded closer, keeping her head hung low and tail swaying gently from side to side.

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AlbatrossPaw (Dawn)
Nonbinary | 12 moons | Wound Healer Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Hawkstream | #__
AlbatrossPaw was already up during the early hours of the morning, sitting right inside the den, enjoying the sounds of the harsh rain outside. The sound of the rain was soothing and calming to them, one of the few sounds they truly enjoyed, because they could actually hear it. It may be faint, but it was soft and kind, like the fuzz of a mother's tail curling around their kit. They had already gone over their herbs this morning, so now they were relaxing, their fur fluffed up to keep them warm from the cold rain, though they didn't mind the cold so much as the others hated it.

TealSky
Tom | 28 moons | Warrior | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Pheasantpaw | #DoveTail
TealSky hummed in agreement, resting his head on his paw as he too watched the rain fall from the back of the den, the sound soothing but loud, right in his ear drums. "Hopefully it stops soon." Was all he said, his brilliant blue eyes following the rain drops that drip, drip, drip down the side of the den, and listening to the louder ones crash into the roof, threatening to take it with them.

ShrikePaw (Fall)
Non-Binary | 10 moons | Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | Finchfeather | #__
ShrikePaw watched the camp from inside the apprentice den, laying in their nest that was rather close to the entrance. They spotted SkuaStar leave his den and enter the Tellers den and was curious about what was so dire that he needed to go out into the rain for, but their dislike for wet fur was enough to prevent them from leaving the nice, warm apprentice den in order to snoop and eavesdrop.

KiteKit (Fire)
Tom | 4 moons | Kit | Homoflexible | Crush: Open | x | #CardinalBlaze, siblings, PuffinLeaf
"Umm..." KiteKit paused, as he thought, unsure of what to say. He didn't really know how the answer the question, as he didn't have an answer and he didn't want to say something stupid. "We go get you?" He mewed very softly, like he was scared that his answer was wrong and didn't want to get yelled at or in trouble for it.

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Pigeonpounce

31 moons | Tom | Hetero | Warrior | Apprentice: Chickadeepaw | Location: Apprentice's Den | Tags: Chickadeepaw

Pigeonpounce considered their options, catching onto Chickadeepaw's eagerness instantly. It had been quite some time since the apprentices had group combat training, but would the current climate render such activity too risky? Pheasantpaw was yet again a perfect example of what peril every cat was placing themselves in by simply padding in the rain. Anything could happen if the apprentices had their claws out in combat training...
He peered into the log behind her once more to notice a young cat idling just inside the entrance. "Well, um, we could let Shrikepaw behind you join us, but I'd need to ask Finchfeather for permission first..." Pigeonpounce offered, silently and pointlessly hoping she would decline.

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Wound Healer | ♀ | 23 moons | Hetroflexible | Crush Open | Mood Calm | Location Camp | Tags Open
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HawkStream sighed softly at the rain, looking up towards the sky. She adored the rain. The soft pitter-patter along the leaves of the trees was soothing, but it wasn't always good. Luckily this was just a light rain, not one strong enough to cause damage, so she did not worry. HawkStream closed her eyes, small droplets hitting her face, before shaking her pelt and walking towards the center of camp. "Today would be a peaceful day.."

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⧫ Eaglestorm ⧫ 43 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Heterosexual ⧫ Warrior ⧫
❋ Camp ❋
✻ Cardinalblaze ✻ Puffinleaf ✻ Kitekit ✻ Starlingkit ✻ Falconkit ✻

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The large tom scooted to the side quickly for Puffinleaf, accepting her apology with a friendly nod, ears perking at the mention of sickness. He certainly hoped not! He knew what could happen to sick kits- his brother was a painful reminder of that. He'd hunt day and night for those stinky leaves filling the medicine cat's den to keep that from happening to these three. He nearly chuckled at Puffinleaf's attempt to quiz the kits, predicting Kitekit's reaction perfectly. The poor kit seemed almost terrified of getting it wrong. He couldn't imagine what went through the kits head.
He couldn't keep his whiskers from twitching at Falconkit's comment, quickly trying to force his expression into one of disapproval. It was unwise to encourage the she-kit's hostile behavior, but some of the things she said... She certainly had a sense of humor, even if it was a tad cruel and most definitely insensitive.
Honestly, he wasn't sure what the answer to that question was, though Kitekit's seemed as good as any, so he cast the young tom an encouraging glance.

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⧫ Sparrowleap ⧫ 36 moons ⧫ She-cat ⧫ Bisexual ⧫ Warrior ⧫
❋ Warrior's Den ❋
✻ Serintail ✻

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The she-cat strained to hear her clanmate over the wind, a strange excitement rising in her at his explanation. She couldn't help but feel as though this moment was fundamentally important- like she was making a discovery that would change her life. She nearly snorted aloud at her fantastical thoughts. Reality check. She reminded herself, not wanting to get swept up in the StarClan nonsense of epic prophecies and such that most of her clanmates believed. Things didn't change in moments, her life had taught her that. They changed slowly and gradually, building steadily. She couldn't help but compare it to Serintail's methodic building of the trap, though, and as she snuck a glance at the anxious tom's face, she couldn't help but feel her heart warm. She allowed herself to suppose that perhaps, some moments of the building could be more important than others- only slightly so, though. But still, important.
Hoping he hadn't seen her watching him out of the corner of her eye, she turned to face him fully, a thrilled expression on her face. "It's amazing!" She exclaimed, even louder than she usually would to be heard in the harsh weather. "Have you made stuff like this before?"

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⧫ Larksong ⧫ 34 moons ⧫ She-cat ⧫ Heteroflexible ⧫ Warrior ⧫
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✻ Ospreycloud ✻ Anhingaheart ✻ Pheasantpaw ✻ Heronpaw ✻

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Larksong woke from her peaceful slumber slowly and gently, a purr rising in her throat at the sound of the rain pattering outside. She loved water, but especially the rain. It was almost musical in its rhythmic tapping against the ground, and even storms didn't faze, her much to the surprise of some of her clanmates. She actually enjoyed the thunder most of all, finding a kind of consuming calmness in it. It's rolling sound felt like a blanket; like it made her part of something larger than just herself. She was glad whenever she could latch onto such a feeling- she wasn't enough, so anything more was always best.
She stood and took the time to stretch before picking her way daintily out of the den and into the weather, eyes closing blissfully as she stood for a moment to soak in the rain. She liked cool weather as well- her thick pelt made summers tough. Deciding the stillness was nice, she sat down to the right of the den entrance and gave herself a good grooming, not realizing that she was the only cat who had opted to stay in the rain rather than find some way to escape it. Even when she opened her eyes to examine the clearing for possible job opportunities, the realization never registered in her mind. She brightened, spotting Ospreycloud and Pheasantpaw near the entrance with Anhingheart and Heronpaw. She very much liked the former pair, and had a healthy respect and admiration for the deputy. Heronpaw... she thought that young tom needed a good tussle with her older brother, or perhaps Ravenheart or Cardinalblaze. His ego needed to be taken down quite a few notches.
She padded over with a friendly smile, her tail raised skywards cheerily. "Room for one more?" She asked in her usual light voice, barely making herself heard over the weather.

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⧫ Flickerpaw ⧫ 11 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Bisexual ⧫ Teller Apprentice ⧫
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✻ Skuastar ✻ Quetzalcrest ✻

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The silver tabby was quite happy when his mentor indicated that he could stay, ducking his head awkwardly at the questioning look he earned for his state of cleanliness, or lack thereof. He was also apprehensive, though; it wasn't often that Quetzalcrest wanted quiet. He made his way to the shadowy corner where his nest lay and settled down, tucking his forepaws underneath his chest. He wrinkled his nose, feeling the mud already beginning to grow crusty, but stopped the instinct to groom it from his fur, guessing that the action would be too distracting to the leader. Once he was fully settled with his tail tucked around him, he gave the leader his full attention once again, complete with bright eyes and perked ears.

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⧫ Heronpaw ⧫ 11 moons ⧫ Tom ⧫ Heterosexual ⧫ Apprentice ⧫
❋ Camp ❋
✻ Ospreycloud ✻ Anhingaheart ✻ Pheasantpaw ✻

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The tom hadn't been sleeping; well, at least not for a while. He had been feigning sleep, though, to escape the attentions of his peers. His ears flattened instantly upon hearing Ospreycloud's voice. He had suffered 5 moons of his 'older brother' as both a mentor and his older sister's stupidly invasive friend, and he was absolutely done with it. He didn't want the reminders of his mother haunting him every day, nor did he want to wake up to- as he had this morning- the sight of his twin practicing moves that he could easily see that idiotic, good-for-nothing rogue using to kill her. He stood promptly to stop the obnoxious prodding, before the tom had even finished speaking, and padded out without pause or greeting into the cold rain, only to be almost immediately drenched to the skin. Perhaps that was a bit dramatic, but the gray tabby hated water. Still, his expression remained stoic, determined not to show his internal frustration, and he padded over to Anhingaheart and Pheasantpaw, assuming this was the patrol his mentor referenced. He dipped his head faintly in greeting, but stayed silent, fighting to avoid wrinkling his nose at the mud coating their bodies. He probably wouldn't have even made the motioned hello, had the deputy not been present. He wasn't daunted by the authority figures in the clan as some of the apprentices were- he was okay with being outcast, so they didn't really pose any threat to him, but he'd prefer to avoid the attention and difficulty that would come from getting thrown out of the clan, so he paid them a fair amount of attention, though never more than necessary to appease them.
He rolled his eyes as Larksong padded over. He found her particularly irritating, exacly the kind of cat he wished to avoid. She loved being a therapist, helping out. Perhaps if she tried turning that focus inwards, she could fix herself to be less obnoxious. If she gave him one single remark on this patrol about being safe, he was quite sure the temptation to launch himself at her would become irresistible. His flicking tailtip was the only thing that betrayed his annoyance.

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⧫ Falconkit ⧫ 4 moons ⧫ She-cat ⧫ Heteroflexible ⧫ Kit ⧫
❋ Nursery ❋
✻ Cardinalblaze ✻ Eaglestorm ✻ Puffinleaf ✻ Kitekit ✻ Starlingkit ✻

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Falconkit raised her head in mild interest when the two adults entered the den and once more at the brief presence of the apprentice, but then lowered her head to her paws, her curiosity sated. If she was being honest, she wasn't tired enough to go back to sleep, but her siblings clearly didn't want to explore, so there was no point to her attempting to ask. It was a generally majority-rules type thing, she had come to realize, and while she was willing to suffer through the mud, she didn't like water in the least, so she resigned herself to a day inside.
Of course, she couldn't miss the opportunity to chime in with a snide comment. "You're a cough." She snapped at her brother grumpily, still sour over his docile temperament. Her frustration wasn't helped by his almost-fearful response to the plague healer. "If you get it wrong, she'll make you eat nightshade." She informed him matter-of-factly, although boredom and sarcasm lurked in her features as soon as she turned away from him. Without watching for his reaction, she curled back into a ball, though she didn't miss the twitch of Eaglestorm's whiskers, and she smirked to herself in satisfaction.

[rose626]

Puffinleaf

Rank: Plague healer
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Apprentice: Ternpaw
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Cardinalblaze, Eaglestrom,
Starlingkit, Kitekit, Falconkit

"Now now Falconki, I'd never make anyone eat nightshade." It was a little bit of a lie. If there was a cat that was even beyond her saving then she would offer it for a quick death. Still, it worried her that a kit was thinking such things. Maybe she and Hawkstream should provide some basic education to kits and apprentices. She'd have to talk to the wound healer later, maybe talk to Quetzalcrest and Skuastar for their input.

Dovetail

Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: Open
Mate: Wanted
Tags: Tealsky

He hummed in agreement as he saw Tealsky turn to watch the rain from the corner of his eye. "Are you going to wait for the rain to stop to train Phesantpaw?" He asked curiously. Had he been a mentor at this moment then there was no way he'd train them right now, but then again, that's probably why he wasn't a mentor. There was always Cardinalblaze's kits who would need mentors soon, maybe he'll be lucky enough to mentor one.

Crowsplash

Rank: Warrior
Age: 26 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Tags: Open

While he debated returning to camp or continuing to hunt, he head the faint sounds of talking coming from the direction of the cliffs. He hadn't realised how far he had come but decided to leave it be and head to camp with his prey. Maybe he should head to the stream and see if there were any fish to be caught. A difficult decision for him. On one paw his fur was already soaked through, not that he minded he just didn't want Puffinleaf and her apprentice to lecture him again, while on the other he could bring back more prey. After a moments hesitation he decided to go fishing. The stream was very full with all the rain and it was hard to see any fish and he realised he had made a wrong choice. In disappointment he headed towards camp with only the sparrow.

Chickadeepaw

Rank: Apprentice
Age: 10 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Mentor: Pigeonpounce
Crush: Open
Mate: N/A
Tags: Pigeonpounce,
Shrikepaw

Her eyes widened and she purred in excitement. "Shrikepaw! Come train with us!" She called back to the den where the apprentice seemed to be hiding from the rain. Honestly, she couldn't understand why some cats wanted to curl up and hide all day when there were things that had to be done. How would any of them become warriors at this rate?

[CloudtheHen]

Pigeonpounce

31 moons | Tom | Hetero | Warrior | Apprentice: Chickadeepaw | Location: Apprentice's Den | Tags: Chickadeepaw, Finchfeather

Pigeonpounce stifled a sighed. He expected Chickadeepaw's enthusiastic response, as her excitable nature would never pass up an opportunity to train, but play-fighting in a storm is not much better than recklessly skidding around camp just like Pheasantpaw did, isn't it?
"While your waking Shrikepaw, I-I'll go visit Finchfeather," Pigeonpounce instructed as he began his return to the Warrior's Den, "If Shrikepaw decides to come, you two can meet me at, um, the camp entrance that meets the Flatlands."
Leaving his apprentice to busy herself with her fellow young clanmate, weeping clouds continued to shower his back until the familiarly rich scent of moss and feathers crossed his snout. He glanced around inside the log, his eyes hovering over his own nest in a moment of temptation before reaching the vibrant and neatly curled up pelt of Finchfeather.
Pigeonpounce faltered, not wanting to interrupt his rest, before lowering his voice, "Um, Finchfeather...? Are you awake...?"