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βΆtags; none
male | 108 moons | elder | location; elder's den | mood; tired, irritable
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Witherclaw yawns and stretches, groaning as his bones creak. It was an unwelcome reminder of his ever growing age, and he would like them to stop, thank you very much.
He had actually been awake for a few hours pre-dawn, but had been unable to fall back asleep, so he had chosen to pretend to be so he wouldnβt have to deal with his clanmates asking prying questions like βhow did you sleep?β or βis the moss in your nest alright?β and the worst, in Witherclawβs opinion: βdo you want me to bring you some food?β
He was an elder, not a helpless newborn kit. He can get his own food, ugh.
The elderβs den sat at the farthest east side of the camp, so in the mornings it was bathed in shadow, much to Witherclawβs favor. He slinked over to sit just inside of the den, so he could watch the slowly waking camp and not be seen. The shadowy vantage-point was one of the few perks of being an elder, alongside being able to pass on practically any story, no matter how far fetched, and have it be believed like it was carved into stone.
(His personal favorite was the time he managed to convince a gaggle of apprentices that foxes had telepathy)
He yawned once more and was brought back into the present by the sound of talking. He twitched his ear and glanced over to see Brightpaw bouncing excitedly with her mentor. Witherclaw held back a groan. He had nothing against Brightpaw in particular, in fact he found her quite sweet, but apprentices are just soβ¦ excitable. Itβs exhausting.
Witherclaw walks back into the shadowy depths of the elderβs den and curls back up in his nest. Maybe if he fakes sleeping hard enough, he can fool himself and be able to sleep until the morning hunting patrol came back with something to eat.
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βΆtags; Briarstar
female | 30 moons | queen | location; nursery | mood; content
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Honeyflowerβs ears twitched as Briarstar entered the nursery, a purr already building in her throat. She always enjoyed these morning visits.
βGood morning, Briarstar,β Honeyflower responded softly, shuffling around to sit up without jostling Peachkit, who was sleeping tucked into her chest fur. "and i'm doing quite well. Peachkit will enjoy the warm weather, if she ever gathers up the strength to get out of the her nest" Honeyflower joked, watching her sleeping kit lovingly.
She walked over to where Briarstar stood, sitting next to her, curling her tail neatly onto her paws. Honeyflower liked Briarstar- she was a kind and approachable leader, with a good head on her shoulders. She made a great successor to Timberstar, and Honeyflower knew that the clan was in good paws.
She looked out over the clan, pondering what to talk about. She didnβt want to bring up anything too negative, like the invading twolegs or the growing threat of dogs.
Eventually, she lamely settled on: βItβs a nice day outside. Sunny weather always brings out the prey, hunting will be good.β
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βΆtags; Briarstar
female | 1 moon | kit | location; nursery | mood; curious
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Peachkit groaned as Honeyflower moved away, her source of comfortable warmth gone. She sat in the slowly cooling nest for a few moments, listening to the voices of Briarstar and her mother conversing, before yawning and following Honeyflower.
She squeezed herself between Honeyflowerβs front paws and let her mother smooth down her spiky fur, watching Briarstar with wide eyes.
βHi,β Peachkit squeaked. Honeyflower gave an amused purr and continued grooming her.
