CINDERPAW
|Female|12 moons|Medicine cat apprentice|No Crush
|Female|12 moons|Medicine cat apprentice|No Crush
Cinderpaw's eyes blinked open, though still black and unseeing as usual. A yawn escaped her black jaws, and her ears folded back neatly. She could tell, that her mentor, Moonsong was out of her nest, since her scent was a bit stale. Standing up, she stretched out her back and legs, then gave her pelt a quick grooming, so she wouldn't look like a big black cloud, that cats have commented about. Trotting out, her scent and ears detected that there wasn't very many cats out. Perhaps I got up to early? Cinderpaw thought to herself, sniffing the camp once again. She was trying to find Moonsong. She wanted to talk to her about the herb stalk and what herself, Jaypaw and Moonsong would do. Quickly, she scented out where she was. Trotting over, she dipped her head towards Moonsong and meowed. "Hey Moonsong. I wanted to talk to you about the Herb stalk. I was hopping, I could go out."
bluepelt
|Male|39 Moons|Crush on nobody
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Bluepelt trotted out of the Warrior's den, his fur a bit messy, but not too sloppy. That was how Bluepelt liked it. He didn't want his clan mates to think that he was too uptight, and always needed to keep his pelt perfect, but he also didn't want them thinking that he was a slob. So, this was the perfect solution. He saw, one of the Medicine cat apprentices, pad over to her mentor. Probably talking about herbs. He thought to himself, smirking a little. Honestly, he wouldn't want to be a Medicine cat. They never fought, and rarely hunted. And most of the time, whenever they did go out, it was looking for herbs or going to the place where they met Starclan. For him, it wouldn't be fun. He knew, that the male apprentice, Jaypaw had chosen to be a Medicine cat, but the other, female one, Cinderpaw was blind, so she couldn't really be a Warrior. How could you fight, if you couldn't see your enemy? He snorted, and padded on, hoping to find a nice sunny spot to rest, until patrols were assigned.
{Anybody open for Bluepelt to interact with? c:







