[✦]ｄａｗｎｃｌａｎ- open and accepting!

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name; slate
age; 33 moons old
gender; male
rank; loner (will join later on)

main trait; protective
pos. traits; calm, clever, steady,
neg. traits; snappy, sarcastic, insecure

crush; none
siblings; all deceased
theme song; wake up by EDEN

[Chrysalism]

Maplepaw | Outside of Camp | Brookpaw, Fallenpaw, Willowtail
"Great catch, Brookpaw!" Maplepaw purred. "I didn't even scent it," He smiled, and a thought came to his mind; she sure is a good hunter. The tom remarked to himself, happiness overwhelming him for some reason. He shook it off quickly, I'm just happy my clanmate caught something, especially with kits in the camp. Still, he couldn't help but realize he enjoyed being around the she-cat.

Fallenpaw | Outside of Camp | Brookpaw, Maplepaw, Willowtail
"Yeah. Great catch, I guess." The black she-cat meowed. She snorted and mumbled something under her breath about showing off, before listening as Maplepaw praised her. Of course the tom would praise her. He was always so cheerful, but in particular, around Brookpaw. Was it just because he wanted to know more apprentices, or did her brother fancy the she-cat? She snapped back to reality when Brookpaw mewed a question to Willowtail. Right, they were supposed to be training.

[bing cherry]

(accepted!)

|Ｗｉｌｌｏｗｔａｉｌ|tagged: Brokenstone, Brookpaw, Maplepaw, Fallenpaw, Russetstripe
With a delighted purr, Willowtail praised her apprentice on her catch. "Wonderful, Brookpaw! Just bury it here, we'll come back for it later." She looked at the other apprentices. "You'll have your turn soon, don't worry," she promised. Willowtail turned to the mentors. "What will be we training them today?"

[.:Whimsical.Ghosts:.]

ᏒussᎬᏆsᏆᏒᎥᏢᎬ

Gender: Male/Age: 21 Moons/Rank: Warrior/Apprentice: Fallenpaw/ Crush: Open/ Tags: Fallenpaw, Willowtail, Brookpaw, Maplepaw, Brokenstone

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"I know Fallenpaw likes to hunt alone, so how about combat training, though we don't have to go off of what my
apprentice prefers."
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[Chrysalism]

Fallenpaw | Outside of Camp | Russetstripe, Willowtail, Maplepaw, Brookpaw | Grateful
Fallenpaw shot a grateful look at her mentor; appreciation buzzed through her. She was glad her mentor was so understanding. Of course, she would hunt with other cats if asked, though.

[bing cherry]

(bump!)

[Queen_Conker]

Cottonheart
she-cat ☼ Medicine cat ☼ With; Comfreyfeather
The medicine cat snapped out of her daydream at the sound of her name. She turned her head to see the queen at the entrance to her den, and smiled at the sight of her. she was always jealous of queens, having their own kits, but she would never betray her role in the clan. "Hello Comfreyfeather" she said, cheerfully. "How are you feeling?"

Reedtail
tom-cat ☆ warrior ☆ Open
He sat in camp, near the warriors den. He was a little bored, and so was just watching camp.

(just moving this up so that it can be found ;) )

[Takk]

Wrenfoot ♂|| Warrior ||38 moons||→None

Returning to camp with his squirrel, the tom was uneasy when he saw he'd beat the other two cats back. Firefang had left them to track a rogue, not that he was worried, the tom could handle himself. Vervainclaw was a strong fighter, but her small size made it difficult against larger cats and animals. Deciding not to care, he drops his kill into the pile and settles near the warrior's den.

Vervainclaw ♀|| Warrior ||26 moons||→None

Entering camp, the grey she-cat looks around hoping no one took notice to her small catch. Any other cat would have took time for a robin or rabbit, but here she was with a mouse acting like it was a good kill. Sighing, she drops off her kill and looks around camp noticing another patrol must have gone out for the camp to be so quiet.

Spidertail ♂|| Rogue ||23 moons||→None

Eating his shrew in safety beyond the border, he could pick up the faint scent of a few cats that had wandered past here before. A kittypet was obvious, the stink of twolegs and their poison was unmistakable to that of a forest cat. Tossing the bone remains aside, the slim, brown siamese debated how to spend the rest of his day before he had to hunt again.

[reye]

{just a tiny bump}

[lysistraticmuse]

Brokenstone tom;58 moons; Senior Warriortags;; Brookpaw, Maplepaw, Willowtail; Nursery
The tom nodded at Brookpaw,"Well done. Hunting is actually what I had in mind first, and then some sparring." He stopped to face the fellow mentors and moved a slight bit quicker. "Hunting needs to be done, and we can assess them on their stances. Then move onto the proper sparring techniques. First against us, and then with each other. Does that sound alright to you all?"


Comfreyfeather she-cat;27 moons;Queen tags;;Cottonheart
"Hello Cottonheart," she mewed, falling to her side gently in the den. "I'm still very sore, but I'm happy. All four of them are happy and healthy so far. Is there anything I could have for the pain?"



Finchkit tom;less than one moon;Kit Comfreyfeather
(Same as last post)


Hawkkit she-cat;less than one moon;Kit tags;; Comfreyfeather
(Same as last post)


Cloudkit she-cat;less than one moon;Kit tags;;Comfreyfeather
(Same as last post)


Skykit tom;less than one moon;Kit tags;; Comfreyfeather
(Same as last post)


Pepper she-cat;6 moons;Kittypet tags;;Firefang, Deliah
The kit leaned forward and examined the den. It wasn't as comfortable or as friendly as what she was familiar to, but that was alright. She would have to get used to it if she wanted to become a clan cat, as great as what Firefang described. "Sure, it'll be fine. Oh, how I wish I could just come with you now. I can't wait," she purred quietly, padding after the tom. Unsure of what the older tom was doing, she just tried to imitate him. Her thin body moved a little clumsily as she fell into the stance. She flicked her red tail towards Delilah. "Are you coming?" The sweet tone of her voice whispered to the two cats, not wanting to mess up. The scent of a squirrel entered her nose and she slunk quietly towards it, her form not perfect, but just good enough to work. Barely. Claws sunk into the unsuspecting squirrels shoulder, trying to make it so that she could go for the poor thing's neck. It struggled wildly, almost escaping her several times before she was able to break its neck. The lean bodied cat bent down and picked up the squirrel in her jaws, very excited to have succeeded. "Is this okay?," she asked, very excited.