Tom|DescendentOfBrambleStar|Crush:Open!|Tags:Hunting Patrol!|Where:old riverclan camp|Feeling:comfident|
Yes good idea... the tom mewled while bounding forward, he came to the bank of the river and twitched his ears as he thought for a moment. he found a few large stones around the swirling water, he leaped and slipped slightly as his paws hit the shiny slick surface. he leapt again, the water lapping at his paws. he wiggled his hind quarters as he finally hit the pebbly bank on the other side, he turned and watched the other cats to see if they were following. he shook his head, small droplets scattering slight as he watched the following cats...
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Shecat|DescendantOfBlueStar|Crush:Open|Tags:Open|Where:Den|Feeling:Content|
meanwhile. the pale gray she-cat sat elegantly by the base of the tree. she heard a familiar mewl and turned to see a pale cream she-cat with blue orbs. the leader felt a purr rise in her light silver throat. Ah hello PiperSnow, yes you can, could you lead a hunting patrol? around the old WindClan camp? maybe take NightClaw and SnowPool? the fae suggested with a small smile while curling her slim tail around her pale paws. her deep blue orbs flickered calmly like water as she watched the longhaired she-cat in front of her.
C O L D G A Z E
Tom|DescendantOfHawkFrost|Crush:Open!|Tags:Open|Where:Den|Feeling:Normal|
feeling a long furry tail brush against him a dark tabby tom lifted his heavy eyelids and watched as a older warrior leave the den. the tired, still-drowsy tom gaped his toothed jaw in a long yawn before standing and stepping out of his mossy nest. he rubbed his broad shoulders against a tuft of moss creeping along the den entrance. the tabby purred while feeling soft sunlight hit his dark muzzle. he ran a pink sandpaper tongue over his upper lip while stepping outside. he swept his long furred tail around his paws and he decided to take a patrol out and glanced back into the den. ShadeStripe should be awakening soon... muttered the long-haired tom.
K E S T R A L W I N D
Tom|DescendentOfIvyPool|Crush:Open!|Tags:Open|Where:hunting|Feeling:Bored
a small blur of white and gray could pass the vision as a four legged tom leapt out of the undergrowth onto an unsuspecting mouse where he gave a swift kill bite. he finished it off quickly and lifted the scrawny squirrel that was hidden in the roots of a birch tree. it was rare to bump into cats while hunting seeing they had an immense amount of territory surrounding a lake and the camp. he turned to m=bound back and work his way past the moors back to the island. he was tempted to eat one of his catch seeing it was such a long way back but he held firm as the tantalizing juices edged him closer.
I C E
Tom|DescendentOfScourge|Crush:Open|Tags:Open|Where:Old ShadowClan territory|Feeling:Bored
pushing through the sparse undergrowth under towering pine trees, a grey and black tom with blue eyes padded silently, the soft needles stinging his paws as he passed through a small patch, heading towards a river leading into a separate forest, heading toward a valley done by humans. his sibling slept there and he was going to be training Shade. a small scar hooked over his top lip as he stalked down the small trail. he dropped two small water voles as he glanced inside a crack in the den where he cocked his head to the side. they should be awake soon. he stated coolly.
C L E A R P A W
Tom|DescendentOfJayFeather|Crush:Open|Tags:Open|Where:Apprentice Den|Feeling:Depressed
waking up the small white-gray white apprentice yawned and dragged himself out of the den. grumbling he bounded out, slightly stumbling due to the fact that he was blind in the right eye. he sighed and watched some of the other apprentice while he padded over to the freshkill pile. he grabbed a scrawny shrew while whimpering and padded to the entrance of his den. he sat down and ate quietly, he was supposed to be able to see out of the eye again but the injury was now permanent and he was blind in that eye forever. ShiverTail warned him not to play around the willows when he was younger and he was mouse-brained to ignore hm.
