Cinderfoot | Male | Warrior | Tags;; Constance
Cinderfoot grinned, leading her along with his tail whisking around cheerfully. "Yeah, it is!" He stated decidedly, ducking under a low branch. Glancing over his shoulder at her, noticing the she-cat staring down at her paw, he cracked a smile, "Don't worry, it'll be fine," He reassured, touching his tail to her shoulder in a comforting manner, "There's a leader, ya see? He's called Boulderstar- great cat, way too handsome for his age," He stated while sticking out his tongue. "And we have a deputy, great guy, really. Then we have our oh so talented medicine cat, Willowbreeze, and her apprentice Cypresspaw, those two are great, really. Like, they can heal bones and stuff, and all I know is uh, how to put cobwebs on stuff," He described, eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement as they neared the camp.
"But uh, some complicated stuff, you'll get it once you get there!" Cinderfoot encouraged, padding through the thick bushes glazed with ice. Squinting as they approached the entrance, the muffled voice of their leader rang out, announcing the arrival of two-legs in their territory. Glancing at Constance for a moment and beackoning for her to follow him with his tail, he bounded through the entrance of the camp, listening overhead as their leader ended their announcement.
Owlheart | Male | Warrior | Tags;; Speckleflower
Owlheart craned his neck as their leader called a meeting on the aged oak, letting out a hiss of irritation. The mention of two-legs caused him to bristle. Previous meetings with the stinking two-legged monsters had never been good, and he was definitely not looking forwards to another encounter with them. He stalked over to the aged oak, glancing over his shoulder to see if the younger she-cat was coming before sitting down. As he watched Boulderstar not so sudtly glanced in Doetail's direction while mentioning the warrior who had been the one to spot the two-legs, he sent a concerned gaze in her direction before turning his attention back to the leader. Listening with an approving nod as the usually happy-go-lucky leader turned his attitude into a serious one, enforcing rules that Owlheart could only agree with.
Goldenpaw | Female | Apprentice | Tags;; Leopardstrike
The gruff sound of their leader calling them to the aged oak, padding out from clearing snow alone a little more than cheerfully. She hadn't found an apprentice to help clear the snow in camp, and was left clearing snow by herself near the warrior's den, and although she wouldn't admit, she may have been sulking while doing so. Bounding forwards towards the rock with hopeful eyes, she watched with her head cocked as the leader announced the news. Listening intently, her brow furrowed when their leader's voice declared in a bold voice that two-legs had been spotted crawling in their territory. Though she had never seen two-legs, she had heard stories from elders, and everything she had heard was not positive, that's for sure.
Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the thoughts, she gagged before sweeping through the crowd for the specific cats he had mentioned. Hearing her mentor's name being called, Goldenpaw let her gaze fall on the bengal-patterned warrior with almost proud eyes, also a part of her squirmed at the thought of what might happen if they actually encountered a two-leg. Biting back her worries, she redirected her attention back to the leader as he continued talking for a moment before dismissing them. Turning back to her mentor, she stalked through the hoard of cats and approached the warrior, prodding him with curious eyes, "Tell me what two-legs are like when you get back, okay?" She demanded, an underlying tone of worry in her words.
OOC: Sorry for the long post.
