โ โฏโกโ Moosestar โ 43 mns | โ | Apprentice: | Crush: Featherleap | Tags: Flypaw, Tinyfang; Mothtumble
Moosestar met Flypaw's gaze, curiousity causing his head to tilt. Did the apprentice really have that much audacity, to demand his leader allow an eight-moon-old cat to join the battle? Moosestar had to respect the ambition. "No, Flypaw, I'm sorry - you can't go with us." He'd barely finished speaking when Tinyfang came hurrying towards the two.
"I'm sorry, Moosestar," the tuxedo cat mewed to her brother, shooting a sharp glance at Flypaw. "We'll be out of your fur now." As she ushered the apprentice away, Moosestar continued on towards Mothtumble.
"All right, lead the way," the large tom mewed to the medicine cat, following her as she led him to her den. He followed her to the furthest corner of the den, as far from their Clanmates as they can get. "I know you won't like this idea, Mothtumble, but this will prove my leadership, both to the Clan and our enemies." As Mothtumble rushed towards him, pressing their faces together, the gray-and-white tom felt his ears growing hot immediately. He was at a loss of words following her outburst, stunned
by what she'd said. Could Moosestar be mistaken? To him, her words had sounded like that of a lover, rather than his medicine cat. Moosestar's pelt felt hot with embarrassment, unsure what to say. "...it's quite okay, Mothtumble," Moosestar finally assured her, giving his chest fur a few smoothing licks. "It's natural, for a Clanmate to be concerned about their fellow cats." Concern feels like an understatement, he thought to himself, rising to his paws. "In any case, we should get moving, before the weather worsens. Oh, and Mothtumble - WildClan won't have a medicine cat with them. I want our warriors to remember they don't have to kill to win this battle...but accidents happen. If a WildClan cat seems to be on the verge of losing their life, please don't neglect them and let them die. Now, come on - they're waiting for us."
โ โฃโกโ Tinyfang โ 34 mns | โ | Apprentice: Flypaw | Crush: | Tags: Flypaw, Moosestar
A frustrated sigh escaped the warrior as she watched Flypaw intercept her brother. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but Moosestar looked taken aback by his request. Why does he have to act like this? Tinyfang huffed to herself, leaping to her paws and bounding towards the pair. "I'm sorry, Moosestar," she mewed apologetically to her brother. "We'll be out of yourfur now." She shot a sharp glance at her apprentice, but Tinyfang felt hopeless - she couldn't gauruntee Flypaw would listen to her, much less behave. Just please, please don't make me look like a weak mentor right now, Flypaw! she silently pleaded.
โ โโกโ Oakpaw โ 10 mns | โ | Mentor: Timberfoot | Crush: | Tags: Plumpaw, ValleyClan
โ โโกโ Icestep โ 81 mns | โ | Apprentice: | Mate: Graywind, Owlfoot | Tags: Softheart, Frostegret
"I'll be along behind you," Icestep mewed to Softheard as the she-cat headed back to the elders' den. For a moment, Icestep just sat and watched Moosestar make his way across the clearing, briefly stopped by Tinyfang and her apprentice. If anything, Icestep was just grateful that Oakpaw and Tinyfang wouldn't be part of the patrol. She watched her son trot off until his normally bushy tail, slicked down by rain, disappeared into Mothtumble's den. StarClan, keep him safe, she thought to herelf with a deep sigh. Finally the elder rose to her paws. "Come on, Frostegret," she called to the other elder. "Let's go dry off." Icetep padded towards the elders' den.
โ โโกโ Cherrycloud โ 38 mns | โ | Apprentice: | Crush: Timberfoot | Tags: Ashkit
--resting--
โ โโกโ Ashkit โ 6 mns | โ | Mentor: | Crush: | Tags: Cherrycloud
--sleeping--
โ โคโกโ Milkheart โ 17 mns | โ | Apprentice: | Crush: Spicewish | Tags: Spicewish
Milkheart's tail lashed back and forth in annoyance. She had listened eagerly to Moosestar's announcement, hopeful she would be called upon to face WildClan in battle - only to be disappointed as the list didn't include her. The calico's claws sunk into the earth, kneading the ground below her as her gaze followed the chosen warriors as they assembled near the entrance to camp. Give them a few good scratches for us cats here at camp! She thought.
Then, Milkheart's eyes fell on Spicewish. He had hurried to Sorrelpaw, and it warmed her heart - he seemed to be a good uncle. When Sorrelpaw went bounding towards the apprentices' den, and Spicewish was left crestfallen. At once, Milkheart stood to her paws and padded over to the tom. "You did your best," she assured him, trotting up by his side. "She's lucky to have you in her life, you know."
Moosestar met Flypaw's gaze, curiousity causing his head to tilt. Did the apprentice really have that much audacity, to demand his leader allow an eight-moon-old cat to join the battle? Moosestar had to respect the ambition. "No, Flypaw, I'm sorry - you can't go with us." He'd barely finished speaking when Tinyfang came hurrying towards the two.
"I'm sorry, Moosestar," the tuxedo cat mewed to her brother, shooting a sharp glance at Flypaw. "We'll be out of your fur now." As she ushered the apprentice away, Moosestar continued on towards Mothtumble.
"All right, lead the way," the large tom mewed to the medicine cat, following her as she led him to her den. He followed her to the furthest corner of the den, as far from their Clanmates as they can get. "I know you won't like this idea, Mothtumble, but this will prove my leadership, both to the Clan and our enemies." As Mothtumble rushed towards him, pressing their faces together, the gray-and-white tom felt his ears growing hot immediately. He was at a loss of words following her outburst, stunned
by what she'd said. Could Moosestar be mistaken? To him, her words had sounded like that of a lover, rather than his medicine cat. Moosestar's pelt felt hot with embarrassment, unsure what to say. "...it's quite okay, Mothtumble," Moosestar finally assured her, giving his chest fur a few smoothing licks. "It's natural, for a Clanmate to be concerned about their fellow cats." Concern feels like an understatement, he thought to himself, rising to his paws. "In any case, we should get moving, before the weather worsens. Oh, and Mothtumble - WildClan won't have a medicine cat with them. I want our warriors to remember they don't have to kill to win this battle...but accidents happen. If a WildClan cat seems to be on the verge of losing their life, please don't neglect them and let them die. Now, come on - they're waiting for us."
โ โฃโกโ Tinyfang โ 34 mns | โ | Apprentice: Flypaw | Crush: | Tags: Flypaw, Moosestar
A frustrated sigh escaped the warrior as she watched Flypaw intercept her brother. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but Moosestar looked taken aback by his request. Why does he have to act like this? Tinyfang huffed to herself, leaping to her paws and bounding towards the pair. "I'm sorry, Moosestar," she mewed apologetically to her brother. "We'll be out of yourfur now." She shot a sharp glance at her apprentice, but Tinyfang felt hopeless - she couldn't gauruntee Flypaw would listen to her, much less behave. Just please, please don't make me look like a weak mentor right now, Flypaw! she silently pleaded.
โ โโกโ Oakpaw โ 10 mns | โ | Mentor: Timberfoot | Crush: | Tags: Plumpaw, ValleyClan
C a s wrote:As the meeting ended, Oakpaw turned back towards Plumpaw with a dramatic sigh. "Aw, man...I can't believe I don't get to go! I'm almost as old as Rabbitpaw is!" The tabby shook his head, before standing to his paws. "Oh, well...I guess we can at least go to the den and dry our pelts. I'm going to be so bored until they get back." Oakpaw couldn't believe that Moosestar wouldn't even let the Clan out of camp while he was away - he felt like he was a kit again, waiting for his parents to return from a walk and watch him play in camp.
โ โโกโ Icestep โ 81 mns | โ | Apprentice: | Mate: Graywind, Owlfoot | Tags: Softheart, Frostegret
"I'll be along behind you," Icestep mewed to Softheard as the she-cat headed back to the elders' den. For a moment, Icestep just sat and watched Moosestar make his way across the clearing, briefly stopped by Tinyfang and her apprentice. If anything, Icestep was just grateful that Oakpaw and Tinyfang wouldn't be part of the patrol. She watched her son trot off until his normally bushy tail, slicked down by rain, disappeared into Mothtumble's den. StarClan, keep him safe, she thought to herelf with a deep sigh. Finally the elder rose to her paws. "Come on, Frostegret," she called to the other elder. "Let's go dry off." Icetep padded towards the elders' den.
โ โโกโ Cherrycloud โ 38 mns | โ | Apprentice: | Crush: Timberfoot | Tags: Ashkit
--resting--
โ โโกโ Ashkit โ 6 mns | โ | Mentor: | Crush: | Tags: Cherrycloud
--sleeping--
โ โคโกโ Milkheart โ 17 mns | โ | Apprentice: | Crush: Spicewish | Tags: Spicewish
Milkheart's tail lashed back and forth in annoyance. She had listened eagerly to Moosestar's announcement, hopeful she would be called upon to face WildClan in battle - only to be disappointed as the list didn't include her. The calico's claws sunk into the earth, kneading the ground below her as her gaze followed the chosen warriors as they assembled near the entrance to camp. Give them a few good scratches for us cats here at camp! She thought.
Then, Milkheart's eyes fell on Spicewish. He had hurried to Sorrelpaw, and it warmed her heart - he seemed to be a good uncle. When Sorrelpaw went bounding towards the apprentices' den, and Spicewish was left crestfallen. At once, Milkheart stood to her paws and padded over to the tom. "You did your best," she assured him, trotting up by his side. "She's lucky to have you in her life, you know."