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[HawThorn]

(Anyone open for Firestorm?)
Frostfall, Duskclan, Tom
Frostfall open his mouth as if to speak but no sound came out. His tail swished back and forth in nervousness. "After your done you mouse you want to go on a patrol or something?" he asked hopefully.

[sylveonite]

Honeysong is. }}

[Myra]

Cloudspark smiled and flicked her tail. "Mhm, sure." She purred, then ate the rest of her mouse. "Okay!" She meowed happily.

[closet-maverick]

➳ ｆｒｏｓｔｓｔｒｉｋｅ

Froststrike blinked open her icy blue eyes that almost seemed like it contrasted to the warm rays of the morning sun. She had had a very comfortable sleep the previous night, having a pleasant dream about running around in a bright meadow that bloomed with flora.
Twisting her head slightly, the small she cat blinked once again as her eyes focused on the awakening camp outside the den entrance. She yawned and stretched her paws out in front of her, her lean muscles defining under the soft, sleek white fur that covered her body. Not her entire body, for there was a patch of black on her forehead followed by a black ear and a black tail tip. Sometimes, she wished she that her pelt could be a lovely pure white. Kind of like the deputy of DuskClan's fur.
Wait, was she envious over the pelt of a cat from DawnClan's rival clan?
Froststrike purred, and stepped out from the shade of the den, out into the sunshine that illuminated the camp.
My fur is pretty enough. Besides, who cares? Life isn't entirely about the colour of a cat's pelt - it's about the content of their soul...
She shrugged, and began to wash herself. It was all part of her usual daily routine, she hated having to walk around with a dirty coat. Sure, she doesn't care if she gets mud on her, but it wasn't about the looks - it just wasn't very comfortable.

➳ ｃｒｅｅｋｐａｗ

Creekpaw headed into camp, a plump pigeon dangling from his jaws. He had gotten up early to meet up with his sister, who was in DuskClan. He was a very protective brother, and sometimes he wished that their father hadn't taken her to live in their rival clan. Seriously, what was the point of separating the two close siblings to flee with your mate almost immediately afterwards?
He had also managed to catch something on the way back, luckily, for it would be weird to see an apprentice sneaking out of camp so early to come back with empty paws.
Tossing the pigeon carelessly on the scarce fresh-kill pile. There would probably be a hunting patrol announced soon, and he hoped that he would be on it. It would help him ease his mind off Mistypaw, and besides, it was boring to stay in camp.
Creekpaw enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline pounding through his paws as he chased and caught prey for the clan.
Shrugging, he looked around at the cats who were already up and about, and sat down outside the apprentice den, waiting for something interesting to happen.

➳ ｍｉｓｔｙｐａｗ

In the light of the dawn sky, a small she-cat strolled through the camp. There were two mice in her jaws, proud catches that she won after her encounter with her brother.
Mistypaw rolled her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. Her brother Creekpaw was way too overprotective in her opinion. She did miss him sometimes, but it wasn't like she could take care of herself. She was a strong apprentice and she would be a warrior sooner or later. Unless she died before she could become one, of course. But that certainly wasn't going to happen, for as long as Creekpaw lived.
Setting a piece of her prey on top of the fresh-kill and taking the other with her, she headed to the medicine den. The medicine cat and his apprentice had to be hungry, even just a little! They were always busy sorting out herbs and tending to sick and injured cats. Mistypaw wrinkled her nose as the strong scent of herbs hit her when she stepped into the den.
I'd absolutely hate to be a medicine cat! How can they manage to endure all this?
Mistypaw plopped on the ground with the mouse at her paws, watching Echosong.
"Hi!" she mewed, her amber eyes locked onto the movements of Echosong's paws as she swiftly sorted the herbs in place. "I was wondering if you and Duststrike were hungry... I know it's not much, but I caught it!"

[Princess Jasmine723]

(Anyone open for Firestorm?)
Frostfall, Duskclan, Tom
Frostfall open his mouth as if to speak but no sound came out. His tail swished back and forth in nervousness. "After your done you mouse you want to go on a patrol or something?" he asked hopefully.

(smokescreen is)

[closet-maverick]

anyone open for Creekpaw or Froststrike? They're both in Dawnclan. thanks. }

[sylveonite]

{ Embereye is open. }

[Princess Jasmine723]

(ya but i csnt write that much savannah is open)

[HawThorn]

Frostfall, Duskclan, tom
Frostfall smiled warmly, stood up, and shook out his pale grey and striped fur. "Great. Do you want to go patrol the Dawnclan border?" he asked.
Firestorm, Duskclan, she cat
Firestorm made her way over to Honeyfern with a brown rabbit clamped firmly in her strong jaws. She dropped it
In front of her. "Eat up." Firestorm mewed sitting down beside her "I brought you some food."

[Myra]

Cloudspark nodded and stud up, stretching slightly. She kind of liked Frostfall. "Sure." She purred, "should anyone else come with?"
( I g2g =( )