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♚‡ A S P E N C L O U D.
[ tom] [28 moons] [thoughtful observer] [relationship:n/a]
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☞ASPENCLOUD trailed loyally after Swiftstar, keeping a fair distance as he assumed the position of her shadow. The lithe black tom stood tall behind her as they descended into the camp, his smoldering amber eyes easily catching sight of Graymist with the two young she-cats. It made him particularly happy to see her conversing so easily with the pair already. A perfect sign. The deputy's gaze shifted to the lifeless gray tom beside her, his smile faltering only for a moment, simply out of annoyance that he wasn't able to deal the final blow himself. Oh well, it was one less problem for the clan to worry about. Aspencloud shifted closer to his dearest companion as he and his leader reached the small cluster, offering Graymist a soft smile and wink.
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♚‡ H A W K F R O S T.
[tom ] [22 moons] [strong, silent type] [relationship:n/a]
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☞HAWKFROST---wandering the forest like a super mopey, angsty teenager
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♚‡ C R O W P A W.
[tom ] [10 moons] [resilient soul] [relationship:n/a]
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☞CROWPAW looked towards Runningpaw with only his eyes, afraid to move his head and neck too much. The perceptive apprentice caught her flinch with his murky green eyes. Guilt washed over him at her obvious shock and discomfort at the sight of him. The large dar tabby offered her a small smile accompanied by a meager shrug. "I wouldn't worry too much Runningpaw, it's just my throat. Nothing important." he joked lightly, his voice hoarse and croaky. The maine coon was trying his best to be a model patient, but the discomfort and lengthy process would inevitably get the better of him.
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♚‡ B I R C H P A W.
[she-cat] [12 moons] [delicate flower] [relationship:n/a]
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☞BIRCHPAW huffed dramatically. How thick were the skulls on these two anyways? "Do I have to spell it out for you? You are trespassing on the land that has been claimed by Airclan for moons. That means all of the prey within our borders and the land they walk on, is ours. Clearly, your noses are either broken, or you just have no respect for clear warning signs." she bit back, unfazed by the feisty she-cat's obviously short temper. The apprentice would have no qualms meeting her head to head, in fact she was almost certain she'd enjoy it. The gray she-cat flicked her gaze between the two cats, thoroughly annoyed with their back and forth chatter.
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♚‡ L A R K.
[she-cat] [10 moons] [hothead] [relationship:n/a]
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☞LARK rolled her sharp green eyes at Cricket's playful jest, attempting to come back with a witty remark of her own. Just as the spark of brilliance hit her and she'd begun to open her mouth, an aging black and white she-cat appeared before them. The young chocolate cat quickly snapped her jaws shut, knowing this must be the leader because, even in a time of sickness, she carried an air of importance about her. Lark stayed respectfully quiet as Swiftstar said her piece. At the leader's acceptance of their request, joy sparkled in the she-cat's eyes, a smile on her maw. "My name is Lark, and this is my sister Cricket. We are the daughters of Ravenwing, and the sisters of Crowpaw." she paused, nodding towards the medicine cats' den. "And we more than happily accept the opportunity to join your clan." the chocolate she-cat fell silent, dipping her head before glancing at Cricket to see if she had anything further.
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♚‡ C R I C K E T.
[she-cat] [10 moons] [gentle soul] [relationship:n/a]
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☞CRICKET stuck her tongue out quickly at her sister, teasing the chocolate she-cat as she knew she wouldn't be able to counter with a snarky retort as the leader drew nearer. The pretty tabico quickly settled down, clearing her throat softly as she gazed up at the black and white she-cat. The young she-cat noticed the obvious signs of aging as well as a twinge of sickness, and concern immediately flooded her though she was mindful about keeping it to herself. It wouldn't look too good if her first remark was about the state of Airclan's leader, and she wanted so badly to make a good first impression. As always, the quieter of the two sisters allowed Lark to talk for her, though she had a feeling that would soon change should they be accepted and begin this apprenticeship. A soft smile played on her lips as they were quickly welcomed into the clan, her attention shifting to Pebblepelt's still form. "I think his kit may need some consoling." she pointed out softly.
