ѕwιғтpaw
|Molly|10|Apprentice|Mate; Open|Tags; Tinyclaw|
Swiftpaw nodded, flicking a leaf off of her back when it landed there. Her ears perked up and she jaws parted slightly, scenting the air for any prey. She let out a small delighted sound when she picked up the scent of a chaffinch. The blue-grey apprentice broke away from her mentor, tracking the chaffinch down.
The young apprentice, even though she was better at hunting fish, caught the chaffinch easily. Swiftpaw picked up the feathery body and circled back around to find Tinyclaw.
вearleap
|Tom|34|Warrior|Mate; Hollowbriar|Tags; Hollowbriar|
{{I thought your she-kit's name was supposed to be Hiddenkit?}} Bearleap curled around Hollowbriar, grooming her fur for a little while before peering over her at the three kits at her stomach. Redkit pulled away from Hollowbriar's stomach to peer up at Bearleap through heavily-slitted eyes. Poppykit, once again, tumbled out of the nest. Bearleap chuckled and reached out, scooping the tiny dilute calico back into the nest.
мιnnowғιn
|Molly|23|Warrior|Mate; Open|Tags; Open|
Minnowfin trotted into camp, carrying the blackbird she had caught earlier with her. She wrinkled her nose in annoyance when her long silver tabby pelt caught in the thorns that were tangled in the entrance to the camp. The young warrior tugged slightly, wincing a little when she felt a clump of her fur come out.
The she-cat bounded across the clearing, depositing her blackbird on the pile before looking around.