Maplepaw | Leaving Camp | Brokenstone, Brookpaw, Willowtail, Fallenpaw | Restless
Excitement rushed over him, leaving him itching to go. Fallenpaw entered the den suddenly, with her mentor, Russetstripe, close behind. He let out a purr when the dark she-cat asked to join them, but wondered why she hadn't particularly asked to hunt too. It was probably just something to do with her general loner personality. Sometimes he wondered how two cats so different could be kin. Maplepaw's russet ears swiveled towards the older blue cat as he said that they could go, and, with a bound, he followed him. Looking back at Brookpaw and Fallenpaw, his heart bursted with joy at finally being able to train, and with them both nonetheless. He just hoped Fallenpaw wouldn't snap at Brookpaw.
Fallenpaw | Leaving Camp | Brokenstone, Willowtail, Brookpaw, Maplepaw, Russetstripe | Happy
After being told she could go, the black furred she-cat stepped out of the den quickly, to make way for the mass of cats that would be leaving to go train. How could so many cats fit in one nursery? As Brokenstone padded past her, Maplepaw bounded after him, enthusiasm practically radiating off of him. She turned on her paws and followed, falling in step almost next to Brookpaw. She debated starting a conversation with her, then thought better of it. She didn't have much to say.












