☽Moonclan☾ (Accepting)

[matzi.art]

Wolfclaw twitches his ears before flicking his tail. "Well let's go." He mews before heading towards the meadow.

[galaxysong]

"Thank you!" She meowed. "I haven't go to train with other apprentices in a loooooong while!" She stated happily.

[AwkwardHipsterTrash]

Lightningpaw padded next to Songpaw, following after Wolfclaw. "So, is your new habit sleeping the day away?," he teased, trotting at a steady pace.

[galaxysong]

Songpaw blushed.
She lowered her voice.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She whispered.

[matzi.art]

Wolfclaw slows his pace as they neared the meadow. He perks his ears as he walks.

[AwkwardHipsterTrash]

Lightningpaw nods. "Sure, you can tell me anything. Promise I won't say a word," he said sincerely. He stared interested, at the pretty tortishell.

[far]

foxattack
Slept in the meadow the tall weeds and grass kept him hidden.
He felt safe and tired.

[galaxysong]

"Well" She continued "The reason I am so tired in the day is because at night I watch the sky. It's really beautiful at night, you know. Nobody ever takes notice, though. And if its a particularly beautiful night, I go to the meadow and watch froom there." She said, her eyes looking dremy.

[astro.]

Sunfire

Sunfire stormed into camp, a squirrel and two voles dangling from her mouth. She was grumpy, and it didn't help that she hadn't eaten all day. After throwing her prey on the pile, Sunfire stormed back out of camp in search of new moss and feathers for her nest. It had been at least a moon since she changed it, and it was getting uncomfortable. There! Sunfire stalked up to a massive maple tree, covered in moss, and started ripping off long strip I'd the soft, squish moss. Once she had several large piles, Sunfire rolled it up into balls and carried them back to camp, dropping the fresh bedding beside her nest. She pulled up the browning bedding, pushing it into a smelly pile, and found that the bracken also needed to be replaced. Groaning, Sunfire shuffled to a clump of twiggy ferns and got fresh bracken. She wove the twigs like an expert, the layer moss down, layer after layer, until her nest was like a cloud. Her belly complaining, Sunfire rolled her old bedding into the dirtplace, and trotted back to the fresh kill pile, snatching a juicy looking vole and moving to her favorite spot, underneath a small hawthorn tree at the edge of camp.

((Sunfire is still open, and that was really long post about changing bedding. I guess I got bored. xD!))

[galaxysong]

(Got to go to bed, goodnight! I probably won't be that active during the week)