Duskclan (Accepting)

[aiu]

tom|20 moons|ɢɪɴɢᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀᴛ|crush:nightpool|hunting

We? Gingerheart thought. That was bold, not to mention a little bit o a frightening concept. "What-whatever you would like," he stuttered.

[Queen_Conker]

The medicine cat sat in her den, watching the meeting from it. She had been thinking, and alot of things were on her mind. First, where was her apprentice? She scanned her eyes over to camp, looking for Lobsterpaw. She was also worried about the up-coming leafbare and Lionstars cough. It was probably only something small, but she still worried about it. She hoped it wasn't greencough, or whitecough for that matter.

Autumnclaw nuzzled Mothwings cheek, happily.

[//Kitty cat]

"If you don't want to come that's ok, because i'm going hunting." Nightpool yawned, stretched, shook her pelt and started her way out of camp.

[.Green.]

Lionstar leaped down from the high rock and nodded his head to Echoblaze. "You're a strong warrior and loyal to the warrior code. The clan needs a deputy like you."

[aiu]

tom|20 moons|ɢɪɴɢᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀᴛ|crush:nightpool|hunting

Gingerheart nodded and watched her go, forcing himself to stay behind. He stood and walked over to the meeting, feeling happy for Echoblaze, but oddly a little angered. He was a brand new warrior, not to mention he'd never even had an apprentice. The tom sighed, deciding to let it go. He wouldn't rather be in his place anyways.

[//Kitty cat]

Nightpool smiled behind herself and padded through the cold forest.
~BAck from hunting~
She came back into camp the rest of the cats just waking up. She dropped her chickadee and young rabbit onto he pile.

[aiu]

tom|20 moons|ɢɪɴɢᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀᴛ|crush:nightpool|hunting

Gingerheart saw her return out of the corner of his eye. He thought about going over and greeting her, but instead decided to shift closer to the crowd. What was he doing? She was only going to get hurt.

[//Kitty cat]

Nightpool sat down next to the warriors den to groom. She shot a glance at Gingerheart. Why was he over there anyway?

[aiu]

tom|20 moons|ɢɪɴɢᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀᴛ|crush:nightpool|hunting

Gingerheart knew he could see her, so he got up and headed out of camp, pretending not to notice her. Don't follow, you mouse-brain. There's nothing here for you, he thought bitterly.

[.Green.]

Brackenstripe was sitting in camp rubbing his eyes with his paw. The frustrated tom started growling under his breath. Giving up, he stood up with his eyes irritably closed shut. His nose pointed up slightly scenting the air as he slowly and aimlessly padded for the medicine den.