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Warrior - Male - 36 moons - Apprentice: Acornpaw
Tags: Tinymask - Mentions: Spottedpaw
The tom paused as he heard Spottedpaw's voice, and dropped the front half of the fox. When Tinymask jabbed him with a claw the tom turned his gaze to the tom and hissed," Cool it." Turning his gaze from the younger male he added," I thought I heard Spottedpaw's voice." Palejaw's ears flattened at his cousin's order but did as he was told. The male sat down and shot a glare at the fox like it was the reason for all his problems.
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Warrior - Female - 54 moons - Apprentice: None
Tags: Open - Mentions: Icecracker & Acornpaw
She came to a stop, on a branch overlooking the camp and froze. Acornpaw lay there dead, in the middle of the camp, Icecracker mourning her daughter's death. Servalnose closed her eyes, beating down the mournful sound that tried to crawl up her throat and out of her mouth. It was to be expected. With as little prey they were catching these days. It wasn't so far fetched for cats to start dying. Opening her eyes once more, the she-cat slowly made her way down the tree and into camp. She dropped her meager catch on the prey-pile, then made her way to the warrior's den, but didn't go inside. Servalnose simply sat just outside it, a few steps to the right gazing sadly at Icecracker and her fallen daughter.
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Warrior - Male - 12 moons - Apprentice: None
Tags: Palejaw, Cloudfoot, Tempestpaw, Willowshine, Viperswipe & Spottedpaw- Mentions: None
Tinymask huffed, deep in thought when the fox suddenly became a whole lot heavier. Shooting Palejaw a glare the male unsheathed his claws then jabbed the pale-furred male. He hissed back at the older male, but his ears perked up at the mention of Spottedpaw. Dropping the lower half of the fox, and took off, but not before giving his cousin one order. "Stay here!" Nose working furiously the grey tabby started searching for Spottedpaws scent. He paused when he found that he could also scent Cloudfoot, Tempestpaw, Willowshine, and Viperswipe. Without a second thought the tom darted towards the epicenter of the scents. Bursting through some undergrowth, the male smiled at the sight of the patrol. "Spottedpaw!" He called, eyes lighting up at the sight of the she-cat.