Sunclan - Accepting!

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Nettleeye ♂|| Warrior ||39 moons||→None

The older tom stirred in his nest, always feeling like dawn came too early for a warrior. Sadly the leader would make him and elder if he let his sore muscles and half blind disability get to him. The bobtail yawns and stretches out before padding out of the den to see if anyone else was awake yet. Usually medicine cats and leader were busy and started early.

Stoatwhisker ♀|| Warrior ||27 moons||→None

The ginger she-cat woke from her dream at the sound of paw steps, having always been a very light sleeper. Her blue eyes checked around the den to see if anyone else was getting restless but decides she couldn't be the one to wake them. Carefully watching for any tails, she weaves her way out of the den to greet the morning.

Spidertail ♂|| Rogue ||15 moons||→None

This nocturnal cat spent no time with sleep, nighttime was for hunting and exploring. The clan was less active at night, this meant easy hunting. Gingerly carrying his shrew, the slim, brown Siamese made his way out of clan territory so he could eat in peace and quiet without fear of a dawn patrol walking on by. Shrews had to eat constantly, so it was safe to sleep some of the day away knowing the small rodents would always be about.

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(I hope I may post, now, too )

Brindlestep wandered about. She had already caught a big mouse, but still, was looking for something more filling.

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batpaw
13 moons
tom
med. cat app
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mood ;; thoughtful
location ;; Sunclan territory
tagged ;; no one [open]

It was warm. That, and the way the sun's rays caught the exposed side of his face allowed him to guess the time. Morning. Shortly after dawn, to be exact. Rolling on his side and standing, the tall med cat apprentice stood, stretching and grooming down his short, unkempt ebony pelt, taking extra care to lick all remnants of salt from his paw pads. Last night had been torturous; nightmares of him catching his first piece of prey and fighting for it, fighting 'till he could no longer see and until he heard the scrawny tom, equally as desperate as himself, take his last breath. Needless to say, the young tom was in no mood to be bothered by the likes of anyone. Swiveling his namesake ears, he heard the soft snores of his mentor, Moonblaze, and of many cats across the camp.

He was one of the first one awake. Perfect. He needed some time to himself, and it had been awhile since he'd gone herb foraging. Most of the time, he was instructed to take someone with him due to him being blind. Although he could navigate the territory fine by himself, there was always the possibility of being attacked. Batpaw detested having to do so, but complied. After all, what could he do? He had never told another soul the fact that he knew how to fight and hunt in spite of being blind, because that then he would have to reveal that... he'd killed another cat. And that was something he was certain he'd never be able to do. Quietly padding to the back of the medicine den, Batpaw sat before the herb shelf, taking his time to sort the herbs, determining which ones they needed, which ones they didn't, and which ones were stale and needed to be replaced. The simple task helped calm him down, although it did nothing for his currently stale mood.

Once that was complete, the bony tom wrapped all stale herbs in a beech leaves. They needed borage leaves, celadine and cobwebs. Admittedly, the celadine wasn't high on the priority list. However, it helped Batpaw a lot - ever since the unknown tom he'd killed had clawed his eyes, they hurt constantly. Now was no exception. Gathering his bundle ob beach leaves and exiting the den, Batpaw padded silently across the deserted camp, his relaxed, elongated gait and liquid smooth movements completely contradictory with his current mood. But it didn't matter. He had work to do, and the task needed to be done efficiently and quickly; that way, he wouldn't have to worry about dragging someone else along. Exiting the camp, Batpaw padded through the dense forest surrounding his territory, ears upright as he remained vigilant for any signs of danger, his mouth parted as he inhaled the scents of the area, searching for the somewhat elusive herbs.

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dapplepaw
9 moons
molly
apprentice
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mood ;; excited
location ;; Sunclan camp
tagged ;; Nettleeye

Dapplepaw blinked open her eyes drowsily, before slamming them shut against the harsh rash of the morning sun. The tortieshell molly rolled over, tempted to try and catch a few more minutes of sleep. However, it then occurred to her it was very early; so early she heard no mews of laughter or pawsteps. She was one of the first ones awake! That meant maybe she could get on the dawn patrol! The molly shot up, her heart racing with excitement. Usually she slept 'till late morning, but now things were different. Shooting from her moss bed without even grooming her pelt, Dapplepaw raced outside. Even if I don't get placed on the Dawn patrol, I'm sure Nettleeye has something exciting planned for today! I can practice my battle training while I wait for everyone to get up. Finally slowing down, the young cat stopped and hastily licked down any fur sticking up before padding over a nearby tree and swiping it at, doing her best attempt at a frontal paw strike. After a few minutes of parrying with her hardcore foe did she hear her mentor awaken. Bounding over, the tortieshell molly beamed up at him, excitement shining in her bright orbs. "Good morning, Nettleeye! What are we doing today?"

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foxclaw
67 moons
tom
senior warrior
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mood ;; content
location ;; Sunclan camp
tagged ;; no one [open]

The senior warrior blinked open his eyes, seeing nothing but fading darkness and the faint, winking outline of the stars. He closed them again, and when he opened them, it was bright outside. Foxclaw had no recollection of falling asleep, however, he was quite grateful for the extra rest. Admittedly, he had spent a good portion of his evening out in the forest, fishing. A good change of pace from the usual hunt. He'd stayed out a lot later than he had intended to, and as a result, exhaustion had set in. Yet here he was, up early enough to catch the first patrol of the day. You really should stay in bed and regain your strength, he mentally told himself, but habitual he arose, stretching and grooming his pelt. Only when he stepped outside did Foxclaw realize that only a few warriors where awake. I'll just hang out for awhile then, the senior warrior decided, sitting outside of the warrior's den and contentedly closing his eyes, enjoying the warm morning rays and the temporary peace before the bustle of the day began. Hearing Stoatwhisker emerge he nodded to the young, restless warrior, but his eyes remained shut and his peaceful demeanor did not change.