мαℓє//8мσσиѕ//ѕσ: ¢яυѕнιиg//мє∂ ¢αт αρρяєитιи¢//ѕку¢ℓαи//α ριт¢н вℓα¢к тσм ωιтн ¢ℓσυ∂є∂ σνєя єуєѕ, αи∂ ¢αя¢αℓ ℓιкє єαяѕ; ¢ovєяє∂ ιи ѕ¢αяѕ//ℓσ¢αтισи: мє∂ι¢ιиє ¢αт ∂єи//тαgѕ: мαρℓєραω, fαℓℓєимσσи//
Crowpaw’s tufted, miniature black ears flickered towards his mentors voice. He swiftly sat up, as if he was never looking at his friend’s leg. “
Oh, Hey Fallenmoon” He needed to come up with a believable justification for his looking at Maplepaw’s leg. “
She just got a thorn in her paw, I pulled it out for her tho.” He stood up slowly, stumbling into Maplepaw’s flank in the process. He blushed, although it was a obvious reaction to touching her soft mottled fur. “
Anyway, she should be fine, I put some dock in the gash. She should be fine.”
мαℓє//49мσσиѕ//ѕσ: иσиє (Closed to Relationships
)//ℓєα∂єя//є¢нσ¢ℓαи//α fℓυffу вяσωи тαвву ωιтн вℓα¢к ѕтяιρєѕ αи∂ α ωнιтє υи∂єяѕι∂є; єqυιρρє∂ ωιтн gяєєи єуєѕ//ℓσ¢αтισи: є¢нσ¢ℓαи тєяιтσяу; fσяєѕт αяєα//тαgѕ: мυ∂ѕρℓαѕн, fєяяєтвℓσѕѕσм//
Hawkstar was about to respond to the brown warrior when a new scent reached his nose. Quickly, he held his fluffy tail in the air, quieting Mudsplash. Barely placing his fluffy paws on the ground, he slowly stalled forward, keeping downwind. He peaked over a bramble, peering at a fluffy light brown cat, who had just caught a squirrel. When the Skyclan Tom seemed distracted he would leap out from behind the bramble bush. “
What are you doing here?”, he demanded, a snarl lacing his cold, expressionless voice. His large ears lay flat against his skull, and his lips curled back to reveal menacing teeth. Hawkstar’s green eyes glazed over the cat, and they fell in lock with his blue eyes. The Tom had something special about him, and Hawkstar seemed to have a certain draw to him, although that wouldn’t stop him from being harsh.