by Thistill » Mon Jul 17, 2017 3:49 pm
Beepaw
Female | Apprentice | Crushing on Falcon | With Leo. Falcon + Fam
Beepaw was a bit turned away by Amunet, and Leo had followed her. Not a leader, but a born leader in her heart, Beepaw led the party of loners to her clanmates, peaking the interest of Mintstar who called out for help for the cats. Beepaw was incapable of helping but stood close to Falcon, her pelt touching his when she breathed. She breathed a lot now. Her scent mingling with his in the slightest way, a comforting way. "It'll be okay Falcon." Beepaw mewed, hoping his family would be okay, especially him and Nessa. Nessa was a better friend than she had found most cats in her clan to be. Maybe they can join here. Beepaw thought hopefully, she could be with Falcon then. You're getting ahead of yourself, he doesn't like you. Beepaw thought sharply to herself once more, but the comfort of his pelt touching her made her paws melt from beneath her and her body mix with the mud and herself one with the land their paws treaded on. She became one with the water and envisioned the two of them laying on the sand watching waves lap the showers and retreat, a constant tease to the land that the two could never be.
Beepaw snapped from her fantasies, looking to a new cat, a tortioseshell she had never seen before in her life. She felt a bit threatened immediately. What if Falcon knew her? Your jealousy is out of control. Falcon doesn't even like you. Beepaw reminded herself quickly.
Weaselfang
Male | Deputy | Crushing on Mintstar | With Whitefang, Ravensong
The tom briefly debated burying the mouse. He pressed his paw to the ground, realizing how muddy it just was. It would get the mouse more dirty than it was now, he dipped his maw with the mouse back into the water, washing it off a little, the mud leaking out of his mouth and the body growing colder. Weaselfang watched Whitefang pad off and Weaselfang set the mouse back down, opening his jaws to scent the air. Devoid. Nothing. He perked his ears. Devoid. Nothing. It was silent except for the squelching pawsteps of his clanmates looking for prey too. I don't even know who to give this mouse to. Weaselfang thought to himself sadly. Everyone needs to eat, the sick come first, but what about the kits? Are they more prioritized? Weaselfang thought to himself, a bit sour in his inability to think this out properly.
Bearface
Female | Warrior | Interested in N/A | With Rainwhisker, Marbledream, Paleheart, Wildfire
Bearface looked to Rainwhisker once more, then to the commotion going on. "Yes, we're strong. But perhaps it's our cue to help." Bearface said. She was strong, and she would be strong. Bearface got to her paws, her blue eyes observant like her father's own. Bearface padded over to Wildfire, hoping that Rainwhisker would do the same. Yarrowkit had finally fallen asleep and would remain in his position until awoken most likely. Treading paws never bothered him. "Paleheart, can I help you in any way? I feel it I owe you." Bearface mewed to the she-cat.
