Vulturestar // She-cat // Leader // Lesbian // Location; Camp // Tags; Quailsong
She lapped at her paw and drew it over her head as her deputy approached her. Her welcoming glare somehow looking different than her usual glare. It was almost as if the leader never smiled, it was quite awkward when she laughed without any sign of a smirk. Her voice was cold, but she gave a praise. Honestly, the leader was hard to figure out.
``Morning. You don't need my permission to send out patrols, I trust you can do it well on your own.``
Sheepsplash // Tom // Medicine Cat // Aromantic // Location; Medicine Den // Tags; Weasalpaw
Quickly enough, he found some catchweed. He let out a sigh of relief, since it was easy to lose these in this climate. Many of their clanmates have left the clan due to the weather, they made him scorn. He was the furthest away from cruel you could be, but he still couldn't believe the loyalty shattered just because of a little wind. He carried the catchweed in his jaws as he returned to the medicine den. Once he spotted one of his apprentices he gave a soft purr and placed the herbs on the ground.
``Getting some work in early, aren't you? How reliable! Be careful not to step on the burrs.``
Flintheart // Tom // Warrior // Gay // Location; Camp // Tags; Open
The shy tom slunk through the reeds and bushes of the camp, his silky and nice fur shaking as he tried to dry off his wet pelt. He had earlier found himself slipping into an extra damp part of the mountain and came back to camp mumbling. As much as he was annoyed though, he still kept his ears up and tried his best to keep being productive through the uncomfortable stick of his fur to his skin. He was certainly a strong-willed cat, it showed as he dragged his now heavy pelt through the slick grass to heave bushes and logs around dens.
Grapeflush // She-cat // Lesbian // Location; Marsh // Tags; Open
She found herself sticking her sticky paws into the grossest area of the mountain, the fog especially bad and the damp grass turned to mud. She laughed to herself as she stuck a bunch of herbs into the dark mud, she decided she would blame this act on Flintheart later, he surely wouldn't be too upset. The timid tom usually just put up with her pranks, and she found him the perfect person to blame for them! He would look like he was ready to claw at her but his words were always soft. She found him amusing, and would certainly keep messing with him.
Berrypaw // She-cat // Bi-curious // Location; Rocky path // Tags; Open
Her tabby pelt made her seem almost invisible in the fog, which was something she was pleased with. It helped her hunt, but of course she had to rely on more than her pelt color, as everyone did. Like the cats here, the other animals had heightened smell and sight. Her pelt messily flew around due to the wind making her close her eyes in annoyance. Luckily the rocks gave her some shelter in this wind.
Ebonyshoal // Tom // Gay // Location; Camp // Tags; Oakleaf, Marigoldkit & Birchsplash
He let out a purr, flicking his tail with a faked excited twitch. He gave Marigoldkit a small chuckle, admiring the kit's manners. His ear flicked at the same time as his tail, returning back to his usual attitude.
``C'mon, now. I'm sure Marigoldkit is sooo interested!``
Oz // Tom // Pan // Location; Small Town // Tags; Scar
Once Scar had entered the fluffy tom was leaning up against a rather small twoleg, pointing his tail towards an orange box. It gave a noise sort of like a giggle and moved over to the box, when it opened the box and then opened another box from within, the smell of fresh-kill wafted around them. Something about it was off though.
``C'mere! She won't hurt you, she's got the yum-yums.``