|Badgershade|
|Male|
|39 moons|
|Heteroflexable|
|Camp|
|Tagged: Cloudpaw|
|Male|
|39 moons|
|Heteroflexable|
|Camp|
|Tagged: Cloudpaw|
As the tall warrior listened to her monologue, mixed feelings grew in him.
On the one paw, he had to admit that he was a little amused by the rather bad excuse, on the other paw there was also anger in him with so much laziness.
With his face still neutral he drove the claws out a few times, to drill them into the damp soil.
Cloudpaw should not believe she would get away with that.
"Well, since your stomachache is so terribly bad," Badgershade paused, "we should probably go see the medicine cat together, to see what's going on, don´t you think?"
He took a few steps toward the healers den.
"Except, of course, you're suffering from lazyness, because if Palesong does not find anything, I will let you run around the territory twice before you get something between your teeth."
Almost as if the magpie wanted to make up for his lack of facial expressions, she uttered a sneer.
She was herself to blame, Cloudpaw knew that the clan had to be provided first.
Pah, stomachache, that he did not laugh...
On the one paw, he had to admit that he was a little amused by the rather bad excuse, on the other paw there was also anger in him with so much laziness.
With his face still neutral he drove the claws out a few times, to drill them into the damp soil.
Cloudpaw should not believe she would get away with that.
"Well, since your stomachache is so terribly bad," Badgershade paused, "we should probably go see the medicine cat together, to see what's going on, don´t you think?"
He took a few steps toward the healers den.
"Except, of course, you're suffering from lazyness, because if Palesong does not find anything, I will let you run around the territory twice before you get something between your teeth."
Almost as if the magpie wanted to make up for his lack of facial expressions, she uttered a sneer.
She was herself to blame, Cloudpaw knew that the clan had to be provided first.
Pah, stomachache, that he did not laugh...
|Racoonpaw|
|Male|
|11 moons|
|Bisexual|
|Camp|
|Tagged: Flintfeather|
|Male|
|11 moons|
|Bisexual|
|Camp|
|Tagged: Flintfeather|
Racoonpaw grimaced, but so that the grey warrior did not see it.
Good Starclan, the tom was so uncertain that he could not even reprimand a naughty apprentice. Great.
How could anyone like that have a sister who had become a leader?
But it should be right for him, it was not as if he were compulsorily looking for trouble, right?
With his legs stretched, Racoonpaw strutted toward the exit.
"I can eat later, would not be as if I were starving."
With his blue eyes, he gave Flintfeather a mocking look over his shoulder and waved his tail wildly before he began to let his eyes wander a little over the other cats in camp.
His eyes fell on Cloudpaw and her mentor. Obviously she was, unlike him, not exactly keen on doing something.
Amused, he shrugged his mouth, waiting for Flintfeather to follow him, as If he was the mentor, not the older tom.
Good Starclan, the tom was so uncertain that he could not even reprimand a naughty apprentice. Great.
How could anyone like that have a sister who had become a leader?
But it should be right for him, it was not as if he were compulsorily looking for trouble, right?
With his legs stretched, Racoonpaw strutted toward the exit.
"I can eat later, would not be as if I were starving."
With his blue eyes, he gave Flintfeather a mocking look over his shoulder and waved his tail wildly before he began to let his eyes wander a little over the other cats in camp.
His eyes fell on Cloudpaw and her mentor. Obviously she was, unlike him, not exactly keen on doing something.
Amused, he shrugged his mouth, waiting for Flintfeather to follow him, as If he was the mentor, not the older tom.
|Palesong|
|Male|
|28 moons|
|Bisexual|
|Med Cat Den|
|Tagged: None|
|Male|
|28 moons|
|Bisexual|
|Med Cat Den|
|Tagged: None|
The white healer watched as his apprentice left the den with her companion and the two birds following them, but even after the two had been away for a while, Palesong could hardly llet his eyes away from the entrance, always hoping that someone would poke his head inside and ask for him.
Tired, he rubbed his paw over his eyes.
He should sleep a little, in leafbare the time in which the sun was in the sky were low, so he would soon be able to be on his feet again and go out.
He shuddered at the thought of the night's coldness and wrapped his bushy tail around him, so that he would get warmer again.
Tired, he rubbed his paw over his eyes.
He should sleep a little, in leafbare the time in which the sun was in the sky were low, so he would soon be able to be on his feet again and go out.
He shuddered at the thought of the night's coldness and wrapped his bushy tail around him, so that he would get warmer again.
|Mudpaw|
|Male|
|7 moons|
|Straight|
|Territoy|
| Tagged: Feather |
|Male|
|7 moons|
|Straight|
|Territoy|
| Tagged: Feather |
"I do not care how you feel, rogue!" He muttered, and in a fit of arrogance the young tom stumbled over his own paws, into the foliage.
He quickly picked himself up and shook leaves from his ears.
"Besides ...", his gaze became serious, almost angry, "... Is it a crime to catch birds!"
Mudpaw hissed softly. He would still find the bird, but of course not to eat it. Perhaps he could bury It somewhere before burdensome scavengers came and clawed the bird.
But first he had to take care of this intruder!
If he had at least an idea, how he could take it with her.
With narrow eyes he stared at the white molly until she suddenly asked him this strange question.
His father? He blinked twice.
After a few seconds he announced, still hostile, but also very proud, with his head raised, "My father was Speckledfur, he was the best warrior of Thrushclan, but you do not know him, anyway, as a stray."
He waved his tail. Should he attack her again?
He quickly picked himself up and shook leaves from his ears.
"Besides ...", his gaze became serious, almost angry, "... Is it a crime to catch birds!"
Mudpaw hissed softly. He would still find the bird, but of course not to eat it. Perhaps he could bury It somewhere before burdensome scavengers came and clawed the bird.
But first he had to take care of this intruder!
If he had at least an idea, how he could take it with her.
With narrow eyes he stared at the white molly until she suddenly asked him this strange question.
His father? He blinked twice.
After a few seconds he announced, still hostile, but also very proud, with his head raised, "My father was Speckledfur, he was the best warrior of Thrushclan, but you do not know him, anyway, as a stray."
He waved his tail. Should he attack her again?
