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E m b e r g l o w
/Molly/ * /48 moons/ * /Deputy/ * /Tags:Willowpaw, Mothfern, and Mapleheart/
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Emberglow padded to Mapleheart, who was already waiting patiently and nodded in greeting.
She sat beside him, simply observing the bustle of the quickly awakening clan for a few moments. Emberglow, eventually, turned her focus on the much larger tom beside her. "Looks like clear skies today." She commented.
"The hunting patrols should have no trouble finding prey." Her attempt at small talk likely left...much to be desired.
Emberglow wasn't the most talkative of cats, and she often found socializing to be somewhat difficult. However, she was getting better at getting to know her clanmates, who until a few moons ago, she was rather cut off from.
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D r i z z l e p a w
/Tom/ * /8 moons/ * /Apprentice/ * /Tags:Splashpaw and Willowpaw/
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Drizzlepaw's whiskers twitched in amusement at his friend's antics.
He purred softly as Willowpaw displayed the leaf she'd caught. Upon hearing Emberglow's announcement, he grinned, tilting his head curiously. He wondered if Willowpaw had heard or if she'd continue to mess around.
He was somewhat jealous of Willowpaw for getting to go on a patrol already, but not too much so. Kestraldawn, his mentor, would likely take him out to train since neither of them was on a patrol.
Shaking his head, Drizzlepaw focused back on his friends with a cheerful smile. "Yeah Willowpaw! I wish I could go on a border patrol." The white and grey tom then turned to his brother, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"You think so?" He purred happily at the thought, "That'd be really cool, huh?"
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C r i c k e t k i t
/Tom/ * /4 moons/ * /Kit/ * /Tags:Laburnumkit/
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Cricketkit growled unhappily as the voice of his sister, Laburnumkit, reached his ears.
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking the sleep from them as he did, and peered up at his fluffy littermate. "It's too early..." He complained. Well, given the feeble light filtering through the walls and entrance of the nursery; it was probably only just barely dawn. "Laburnumkit..." He whined, "I was having a good dream."
Welp. It was too late for him to go bad to sleep now. So, with a long stretch, Cricketkit sat up and, with narrowed eyes, stared at Laburnumkit. She'd woken him up, so she'd better at least have a fun game to play.
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P e p p e r m i n t
/Molly/ * /14 moons/ * /Loner/ * /Tags:Open/
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Peppermint pounced and her paws slid under the leaf litter toward the prey.
Her claws snag on the mole and within seconds, she killed it and pulled the small creature to her. She looked around suspiciously and scented the air to ensure that nothing else is around, but all she can smell is the coppery scent of the mole.
However, she didn't see or hear anything; and assumed she was safe. Peppermint tucked into the mole, filling the empty hollow previously in her belly. As she ate, she contemplated what she would do with the rest of her day.
While she didn't have any set territory, she did wander around this particular forest the most. Soon, she would make the long journey back to her birthplace, a twolegplace to the west. For now, though, she was going to stay in this area until she got better at hunting. Typically, it would take her a few attempts to catch prey.
Maybe, her catching this mole on her first try meant she was getting better at hunting?