- Chester
He got bored and displeased. "Okay, if you guys insist." He pounced onto Caleb and pinned him down without hurting him. "Last chance. Surrender and give me Rain, or this little kitty will get hurt." He growled at the clan cats.
stood up in alarm as he heard voices at the clan entrance. He wasn’t sure what to do about this. There were too many Rogues in their territory, and he knew this wasn’t good for the clan.
pricked her ears forward as she heard voices at the clan entrance. She quickly bolted towards Foxwhisker and hid behind him. “Who are they?” She mewed. “They look mean!” She mewed again.
looked up at the sudden sound of strange voices. “More Rogues?” She thought out loud. Then she realized the look on their faces. They looked like they wanted to kill the entire clan. She stood up in fear before stepping back, not wanting to be near them.
Chestnutear
( • shecat • 32 moons • straight • c; hawktalon • t; hawktalon • warrior • )
her heart beating against her chest. she was so happy. "the- thank you. you are the most handsome tom i know," she purred, standing up. "i am also very happy to hear you say them three words" she purred.
- Oakpaw - Tom - 10 Moons - Apprentice - Location: Forest - Tags; Falconwing
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Oakpaw nodded his head at his mentor's instructions. The small apprentice already knew he would have some trouble, especially since he was such a clumsy cat overall. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he closed his eyes. He attempted to focus on his sense of smell first. Ensuring the scent of nearby prey. He lowered his head a little, allowing his ears to radar the surrounding area. His first couple of steps went well. However, within moments he had stepped onto a pile of leaves. Due to being so focused on his other senses, the sound startled himself. He frowned, glancing back to see his mentor's expression. "Oops..." The tom sighed. Closing his eyes again, the tabby began to continue walking towards the smell of the prey. He padded along lightly, slowing his pace. Oakpaw was once again, doing well as he first begun, but within a couple of steps, his head made contact with a tree. The tom sat down, feeling frustrated. His gaze shifted towards his mentor. Silently, he begged for help.
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