s t r e a m s t e p
30 moons. warrior. no crush. open.
30 moons. warrior. no crush. open.
- the fae had been up since sun up on her morning hunt like usual. she'd gotten a good catch- two mice and a squirrel, which were getting harder to find now that the weather had turned colder. her ears were constantly angled and moving, searching for the sounds of any small animals that she could pick up as a last catch, but there were none. with a weary grin, she entered the camp and placed her kills on the freshkill pile, waiting for more cats to awaken.
l i o n f l a m e
30 moons. warrior. likes fawndapple (just a bit). tagged fawndapple.
30 moons. warrior. likes fawndapple (just a bit). tagged fawndapple.
- the tom stretched luxuriously, tail bushing up as his jaws parted in a silent yawn, eyes scrunched up as his nose twitched satisfactedly. the sunlight bathed the den in golden light, awakening some of his fellow warriors. after his long stretch, he settled into a sitting pose and began to lick his fur. there was still a lot of time before everyone woke up- so might as well look good, right? he licked his fur one last time, then padded outt he den, tail swaying happily like usual. "good morning, fawndapple!" he greeted the young deputy. "how the lovely she cat doing?" he asked with a grin.
w h i t e p a w
11 moons. apprentice. no crush. tagged softsnow.
11 moons. apprentice. no crush. tagged softsnow.
- whitepaw had been up since the first rays of light shone through the thick canopy, sorting the herbs. he'd thrown away the rotten, put the dried up in the pool, and reshelved the fresh. they seemed to be out of marigold- better go get more, the young tom thought as he swept the last bits of rotten herbs out of the den. "i'm going to get more marigold, softsnow.," whitepaw called out, waiting for an answer before he set off.
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