Sunclan - Accepting!

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brightstar - tom - 28 moons - location; camp - tags; stoatwhisker → foxclaw
Brightstar smiled and hopped onto the rock. He put down the squirrel and sat down. He shook his head to Foxclaw's question. "No, everything is alright. I should probably wake Littleflame up though, she needs to arrange the patrols." Brightclaw answered, with a quick glance towards the camp entrance. He then took a bite of his squirrel and looked back at Foxclaw. "So, what are you up to on this fine day?"

silverpaw - tom - 12 moons - location; camp - tags; stoatwhisker
Silverpaw was grooming himself when he heard someone approaching. He lifted his head and saw Stoatwhisker. The young tom stood up and nodded partly as a greeting and partly in honor. "Hey, Stoatwhisker!" Silverpaw meowed and smiled. "What are we gonna do today?" he asked with a slight tilt of his head.


morningsoul - she-cat - 25 moons - location; warriors den - tags; none
Morningsoul is asleep.

snowpaw - she-cat - 10 moons - location; just outside apprentices den - tags; none
Snowpaw was sitting in front of the apprentices den. She was waiting for everyone else to wake up, and when Silverpaw padded out of the den, Snowpaw nodded a greeting to the fellow apprentice. She then looked around, with a small kitten yawn escaping her. She groomed herself from the back as she waited.

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|Smokepaw| Tagged; Larksong

He nodded, shifting towards the trunk. The tom dug his claws into the tree trunk, and carefully shifted his lower half so that he was attached to the trunk and no longer standing on the branch. He carefully climbed down, heart rate increasing when he felt his hind leg slip. He gathered himself, and was able to make his way back towards the ground. Once all fours were touching grass, be shook the bark pieces from his fur and returned to Larksong.


|Mosspaw| Tagged; Crow

Ok so maybe it's not him. Of course it can't be, he's dead! She didn't move when he stepped forward, and slowly nodded to him. She was afraid to refuse his offer; what if he took advantage and tried following her into the heart of clan territory? Or did something worse? And it didn't help that at the mention of food her stomach began to quietly rumble. She waited for him to move, keeping her distance.

[Krahe]

L A R K S O N G ;; Smokepaw

As the tom made it to the ground, she slowly approached him, and nuzzled him lightly in the neck. "Like i said, we will learn all about climbing later." She smiled softly, and looked around the area. There truly was no more prey left, but one mouse would not be enough to feed an elder and the apprentice. Sighing softly, she looked down at the apprentice, before opening up her mouth to get the scents of the area. There was a lingering remain of Mosspaw... And a vole, that couldn't be too far away. "Come along." She took a couple strides in the direction of the creature, which was still out of the range of vision, before seating herself. "Tell me the list of things you must do before you even stalk prey."


C R O W ;; Mosspaw

The male turned, looking back to make sure she did not bolt, before walking steadily away from clan territory, towards his den. A small, nearly unnoticeable smile curled at the end of his lips, but with his back turned to Mosspaw it was unlikely she would see. His tail flicked at its tip, moving from side to side as he did not look back again, instead trusting his ears to clarify her footsteps. Within time, they arrived at the small dug out hole, and he took a step to the side, bowing his head a bit. "After you, Mossy."

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|Smokepaw| Tagged; Larksong

He nodded, "Alright." He looked over to the hole where his mouse was, keeping the location fresh in his mind as he followed Larksnow. His ears perked up as the faint scent of his sister wafted his muzzle. Naturally, he sped up a little, but slowed back down realizing that they were out here to hunt. He caught the last part of her sentence, pausing to think about it. "You want to make sure you're downwind, and you want to be silent and close to the ground."


|Mosspaw| Tagged; Crow

She stopped, watching him shift to the side. Her tail lashed side to side and her ears kept flicking. She carefully made her way into the hole, keeping to one side. She couldn't see anything; the light was blocked by her body while she entered his den. Her guard was beginning to lower, though she did make sure that he was still there.

[Krahe]

L A R K S O N G ;; Smokepaw

She smiled and nodded. "Indeed, but you are missing something. You have to figure out what the prey is, first." She flicked her tail, her eyes glancing around the terrain as she looked to see if she could spot the vole. It was still out of sight. "There is a scent in the air, not far off, what is it of?"


C R O W ;; Mosspaw

[He followed the she-cat into his den, his body as well blocking the light. As they came into a wider, cave-like opening, he stopped, and pressed himself against the wall. Slowly, he began to dig out some of the soft soil, and revealed a storage of mice, squirrel, and other woodland creatures. Picking up his head, he smiled at the other, and nodded encouragingly. "Take your pick, Mossy.

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|Smokepaw| Tagged; Larksong

He nodded, thinking about the different prey. At her words, he parted his jaws and focused on the scents. Taking a moment, he tried to figure out what type of prey it was. It seemed like a mouse, but wasn't quite. He focused intently, then finally spoke. "I think... A vole?" He asked, still uncertain as he gazed up at the she-cat.


|Mosspaw| Tagged; Crow

She watched as he moved from the entrance of the den to the hidden pile of prey. As each moment went by, her guard gradually let down even more. She studied the pile, before carefully reaching forward with her forepaw. Using her claw, she pulled the mouse towards herself, and crouched down beside it. "...thanks.." She mumbled, reaching down to take a bite.

[Krahe]

L A R K S O N G ;; Smokepaw

"Be confident in yourself, you are correct." She flicked her tail a bit nodding towards the apprentice. "Now make sure you are downwind, and get into a good body position so you can stalk it silently. Once you have done so, go in for the kill. I will be watching."


C R O W ;; Mosspaw

He watched the female insilence, his body still, his eyes unblinking. He was well fed already, and had no lust for any of the meat at his paws. rather, he was most content in the silence, contemplating what it was he wished to do next. There were so many options, so many ways... "I understand you are a clan cat, Mossy, but maybe we can be friends. Maybe we can help each other train, help each other grow stronger. A big tom used to train me in fighting, I reckon I am real good now, good or maybe even better than some of your warriors. But I can help you with it. I just get lonely, I need a friend." He paused, putting on. smile. "I can help you be the best in your clan. What do you say?"

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(Anyone open for Brindlestep?)

[yeeee.]

batpaw
13 moons
tom
med. cat app
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mood ;; mixed
location ;; Sunclan camp
tagged ;; Eden

Batpaw remained stock still for the briefest of seconds as he awaited the warrior's response. A bit of discomfort took root in his stomach, as the silence stretched out. Batpaw could 'sense' Eden's piercing gaze on him, which by no means helped his temporary unease. For a moment, he wondered if he had made a foolish mistake like he had in his earlier days, when he was still adjusting to being blind. However, it was much more serious than that. When Eden hesitantly asked if he could at least vocally advise his apprentice, the tall black tom's face visibly contorted to a mixture of mild exasperation and respect. He could fully understand the desire to help, even if it wasn't physical. He respected it even moreso... especially after his first 'group'. However, it was his job to make sure when this fierce desire to protect and progress overrided the desire to obey the physical signs to slow down, that the individual wasn't permanently marred. Can I hold him at his word of nothing physical? We'll see.

"Very well. You may," Batpaw said, his long black tail tip twitching. He resumed his apathetic facial expression, however, he spoke slow, his raspy voice nearly a hiss as he emphasized every word. "But you must remain in camp, and keep pressure off your paw by sitting or laying down. If you want owlpaw to go hunting outside of camp, have another warrior supervise him. If I see you even half-attempting a demonstration of any sort or stwpping just foxleap out of camp.." Batpaw inhaled, his voice something beyond a grating rasp now - his throat was dry and actually hurting from all this talk, easily the most he had done in a moon - "You'll be confined to the this den until you are fully healed. Do I make myself clear?" Batpaw stated, narrowed his scarred orbs at the hurt warrior.

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

Dapplepaw nodded at her mentors words, straightening her petite body and sticking her tail straight on the air. "Yes sir," the tortieshell mewed energetically, chancing a glance at her mentor before she darted into the forest. He seemed happy, but she had the feeling that see was missing something obvious. Probably just me overreacting. Lifting her head, Dapplepaw's pink nose twitched as she inhaled the scent of the forest around her. After a second she detected the scent of a mouse. Crouching, she narrowed her golden eyes in concentration as she tried to locate the mouse. There it was, by a gnarled root pressed against a large rock. Shifting her weight to the tips of her paw pads, she padded forth slowly and quietly. However, the wind shifted, and the mouse took off as it scented her. Dapplepaw attempted to dart after it, however, she slipped on a slippery leaf and crashed to the ground, an "ooomph" escaping her as the breath was knocked from her scrawny frame. Afterwards, she laid on the ground gasping, trying to catch her breath.

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foxclaw
67 moons
tom
senior warrior
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mood ;; content
location ;; Sunclan camp
tagged ;; brightstar

Foxclaw nodded, his amber eyes widening a bit. "Indeed. Some of the warriors and apprentices alike are getting impatient," he mewed in agreement, finishing his mouse and swiping a paw across his cream muzzle. Upon hearing his leader's later question a gentle chuckle escaped the older warrior's maw, and he shook his head, mild amusment visible on his cream maw. "Besides keeping up with the likes of you young ones, nothing drastic. Just taking Mosspaw out to train later," Foxclaw said, his amber eyes twinkling with merriment but also thoughtfulness. He knew his apprentice suffered from nightmares of her past and it sometimes affected her performance. Foxclaw worried for her, however knew that her negative past experiences could be used to fuel something better. As she grew older, he hoped she would come to see that. Closing his eyes for a moment, the relatively fresh scent of Smokepaw and Larksong driftes to him on the breeze. Chances where if her brother was up, so was she. Opening his eyes ones more Foxclaw cast his glance axross the sunlight camp. She was nowhere to be found. Probably had gone for a stroll after another nightmare. Worry flashed briefly on the maw of the senior warrior as he thought of his apprentice.

{OOC ;; please forgive any grammar errors, on mobile.}

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|Smokepaw| Tagged; Larksong

Relieved to have given the correct answer, he followed the accent of the vole and positioned himself downwind of the creature. He carefully inched forward, keeping his tail low and ears alert. Once he was close enough, his striped body thrusted forward, and his paws landed on the soft body of the vole. His claws were enough to make it go limp, and he couldn't help but to puff out the fur on his chest as he reached down and brought the vole back to his mentor.


|Mosspaw| Tagged; Crow

Between bites, she states at the dark tom, listening carefully to what he had to say. Finishing the mouse, she straightened up, whiskers twitching. "I don't know.." She said uncertain. She didn't need friends, she had Smokepaw and he is all she ever needed. She thought of her former friend, rarely ceasing to think about that fateful day. "Maybe I should go.." Smokepaw was probably wondering where she was, and she had to figure out how to get back to camp.