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[Olivesaurus]

(Can Frost and Stone meet up so I can ship them?)

(They can but I'll warn you Stone has a mate. We're in the process of bringing her back tho.
Ima send Sharpstar out bc now he has a crush on Goldenpelt oops.)

Sharpstar slid out of his camp, heading to DawnClan. Something was drawing him back there, a feeling he couldn't distinguish drew him forth. He couldn't deny it.

[scorpiongrasses]

(Okay forget the shipping for Stone and Frost, but prepare the shipping of Sharpstar and Goldenpelt. Also, lazy posts.)

Frost walked around, and saw a cat. She slowly walked over to him.

Goldenpelt was grooming herself by the warriors/combatants den.

[Olivesaurus]

Stone heard the bushes crackle. A cat was following. The tom turned his heard, amber eyes narrowing as he spotted a white she-cat. "What do you want?" He seemed annoyed.

Sharpstar stalked into DawnClan camp. The camp was relatively empty, showing that cats were patrolling or hunting. His eyes locked on a figure. It's her.

[scorpiongrasses]

''Nothing. I was just planning to introduce myself to you.'' Frost said, slightly annoyed.

Goldenpelt saw Sharpstar and smiled at him, then continued to groom herself.

[Olivesaurus]

Stone flicked an ear. "Okay. So? What good will that do?" The tom didn't open up to any other cats, besides his mate, Sly. But to any other cat, he was a stone.

Sharpstar look away momentarilly. Most cats wouldn't even dare to look at him, and if they did, they would glance away as if looking at him would kill them. Which could entirely be possible. Amusement filled the toms usually dark gaze as he returned his gaze to Goldenpelt. Sharpstar padded over, and simply sat down, saying nothing.

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

(Haha, you can ship Frost and Stone if you want, but Sly won't be very happy! ;D
I will be posting her form soon, along with more character(s)!)
Swiftbreeze; Tagged; Hazelpaw
She nodded reluctantly, letting out a sigh as she was looking to going into the forest to help her friend. She shrugged, turning back to Firekit, knowing that she had responsibilities. She sat down and groomed the amber colored kit. Swiftbreeze then decided to engage herself by batting a mossball back and forth with her son.

[SchyBug]

Scarletflower nodded. "Yep!" She shook her pelt, some of the fur that was flat coming back out. "Let's go." Spending time with Ashfire had improved her attitude and made her feel so much more secure. He was her rock, it seemed.

((littlestep is open))

Ashfire padded back through the territory with Scarletflower by his side. Not much was said between the two felines during their walk back to camp, but his pelt brushed her's a few times when they got too close to each other. Entering through the camp's entrance he looked around and spotted Swiftbreeze, kicking himself for the bad timing.

[scorpiongrasses]

''Just making the world slightly better.'' Frost said, slightly annoyed.

''Hello Sharpstar'' Goldenpelt said, looking at Sharpstar again.

[Olivesaurus]

(Sorry I would've responded sooner, but I didn't notice you guys posted because my email usually sends me something. It didn't for whatever reason.)

Hazelpaw picked up Swiftbreeze's herb wrap, and she soon found a spot to get rid of them. The she-cat disposted of the bad herbs before returning back the way she came. Along the way, Hazelpaw stopped to pick a few herbs that were starting to become plentyful enough not to stun their growth. Jaws full, she treked back to camp.

("Kicking himself"
I think that term is funny for whatever reason.)

Scarletflower enjoyed her walk back to camp with Ashfire. The air was pleasant and cool, filled with birdsong and the rustle of the branches and growing leaves overhead. The air detected rain, however that would not be apon them until much later. They shared no words, but their emotions shone clearly. Scarletflower padded into camp after Ashfire and flanced around. Her eyes locked on Swiftbreeze, who seemed to be playing with a mossball with... a kit? Instead of looking more or less angry, the she-cat looked utterly confused.

Stone meowed,"and by me telling you my name you think I'll do that?" The tom sighed and sat down, his prey in between his paws.

The large black tom nodded. "Hello." Sharpstar then realized he had no idea what this she-cat's name was. She hadn't told him earlier. "Do you fare well?" The regal flicked an ear backward towards the way he came as he heard some cats enter camp.

[SchyBug]

((it's more of mental thing. like how dare you mouse-brain when somone is scolding themselves.))


Littlestep is open in Moonclan



Ashfire glanced over at his former apprentice, surprised he found no signs of anger though a definate look of confusion. Then it hit him, Swiftbreeze hadn't been able to talk to Heartstar yet so no one who hadn't spoken with her would know about Firekit. "That's her son, Firekit." He explained without Scarletflower needing to ask the question. Any mouse-brain would know what concerns were flying through her head at the time.