- { Anywhere my cats can jump in? c: }
Mintsplash
Gender: She-cat
Apprentice: Loudpaw
Crush: Robinchaser perhaps?
Mood: Neutral
Eaglestar padded into camp, quickly looking over it to be sure nothing had happened in her absence. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she flicked her tail and headed towards the central tree. She glanced up at it, knowing she should call a meeting, inform everyone of what had happened with Grinner. But she was tired. Losing a life always left her feeling drained. The meeting could wait. She wound her way around the roots to her nest, a tangle of grass and what little moss could be spared nestled between the trunk of the tree and two thick roots. She settled into it with a sigh. Becoming aware of the wounds she still had that had not been healed by her visit to StarClan, she went about cleaning them. It stung, but she knew from an experience an infected wound was worse.
Pineclaw paced the camp restlessly, glaring at the cloudy sky as if it had offended him. The delays worried him--he knew the clan would have a hard time surviving a leaf-bare out in the open like this. Prey was scare enough in the plains to begin with; he'd been hunting all morning, and had found next to nothing. That was sure to get worse when leaf-bare arrived. And leaf-bare couldn't be far away; the cold winds coming in made that much clear.
Lightpaw sat in the camp, not sure what to do. Her friends were busy, either having their wounds treated or resting. She hoped they'd be alright.
Though she hadn't been injured, the encounter with Grinner had shaken her. She'd never imagined a single cat could do so much damage. Even against a patrol's worth of warriors and apprentices, he'd managed to badly hurt Viperpaw and Duskpaw, and take one of Eaglestar's lives before being defeated. She wondered what would be done with him. Exile was nothing, not to a rogue. But what else could they do? Kill him? As much as she hated the cat, the idea gave her chills. Clan cats didn't kill. Not when they had the choice.
.:Echodawn:. wrote:Shadowpaw's ears pin to his head in grief. Whatever has happened to Songpaw to injure her so severely?! Why was I not there for her? Oh...right. Grinner. I'm sorry, Songpaw. I vow to never let this happen to you again. He heaves another depressed sigh at the sight of Whitecloud...was it? And Raccoonstrike chatting. Perhaps Whitecloud liked Duskpaw's mentor? Eh, that was beneath his concern. Gossip was not Shadowpaw's favorite. The black tom lumbers over to the fresh-kill pile, pulling out a small vole. He sits down in the shadows of the tall grass lining the makeshift camp, gingerly picking and rolling his mouse from side-to-side.Shadowpaw
Gender: Tom
Mentor: Eaglestar
Warrior Name: Shadowpine
Crush: Songpaw
Mood: Neutral
~Willow wrote:The younge apprentice paced camp, tail tip twitching slightly. He hadn't seen his mentor for a few hours, not since they found Eaglestar and the band of warriors. He was growing worried about her. It would break him to know that his mentor was dead. That he'd lost yet another close and vital part of his life. His amber eyes flickered around camp, worry growing with every heartbeat.
Shadowpaw
Gender: Tom
Mentor: Eaglestar
Warrior Name: Shadowpine
Crush: Songpaw
Mood: Glum
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