- 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗥 𝗟 𝗜 𝗡 𝗚 𝗙 𝗟 𝗜 𝗚 𝗛 𝗧_________________________________
age - 14 moons - tom - tagged ; hazelpaw, maplepaw - crush ; none
"Hi there, Maplepaw," Starlingflight weakly moaned. "I'm awfully sorry for this," he lamented, looking at
his apprentice in shame, chewing his half of the shrew. "Huh, Hazelpaw. what's wrong?" he heard the tom's
sharp voice, and flinched. "Maplepaw, do you want to share the half-- quarter-- of this shrew with me?
Since you came in here to visit such a petty cat like me," he mewed. "I'd guess it'd only be fair if I g
ave you my share." Starlingflight could feel a tiny glare of confusion from the medicine cat apprentice, w
ho obviously had something against his apprentice. But Starlingflight didn't really care, as the shrew was
probably plump enough itself to feed a queen and all of her kits, and his apprentice was quite the attent
ive and hard-working one; who deserved many praises from her mentor.... and besides, a quarter of the
shrew was a mouthful to a scrawny cat like him?
his apprentice in shame, chewing his half of the shrew. "Huh, Hazelpaw. what's wrong?" he heard the tom's
sharp voice, and flinched. "Maplepaw, do you want to share the half-- quarter-- of this shrew with me?
Since you came in here to visit such a petty cat like me," he mewed. "I'd guess it'd only be fair if I g
ave you my share." Starlingflight could feel a tiny glare of confusion from the medicine cat apprentice, w
ho obviously had something against his apprentice. But Starlingflight didn't really care, as the shrew was
probably plump enough itself to feed a queen and all of her kits, and his apprentice was quite the attent
ive and hard-working one; who deserved many praises from her mentor.... and besides, a quarter of the
shrew was a mouthful to a scrawny cat like him?
RYEFUR_________________________________________________
age - 23 moons moons - she-cat - tagged ; none - crush ; none
age - 23 moons moons - she-cat - tagged ; none - crush ; none
- Ryefur woke up, the sunrise dawning over the skies, turning the navy into a pinkish red. she str
etched out, climbing down from the top of the warrior's den. she'd fallen asleep while basking yesterday,
soothed by the chirps of starling and woodpeckers, in the rather 'foresty' side of the bog. It was hot and
humid, making the cream warrior sweat, but she'd gotten used to it by now. she bounced down, landing
on the mud, ready to start her day with a fresh meal. "Hello, Purpleflower,"
- ᎷᎯᏀᏁᎾᏞᎸᎪᏢᎯᏔ__________________________________________
age - 12 moons - she-cat - tagged ; none - crush ; none
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