𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - open and accepting!

[vampcatz]

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐭

kit ⦁ she-cat ⦁ 5 moons ⦁ nursery ⦁ fogkit
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she let out a startled squeak and fogkit tackled her, "that wasn't fair i wasn't expecting you of all cats to scare
me! i was gonna sneak up on her you mouse-brain!" she shook out her fur looking at the tom twitching her whiskers
before tackling him in return barreling on top of him. "that's okay i'll just prove that i can by fighting you!" she gently
rolled on top of the fluffy gray tom giggling as she did so. fogkit was one of her favorite friends, he always knew how
to make her laugh and she couldn't wait until they were both apprentices so they could see who could catch the most
prey and win the most battle training.

𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

warrior ⦁ tom ⦁ 12 moons ⦁ warriors den/forest ⦁ open
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open, check other post

𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰

warrior ⦁ tom ⦁ 35 moons ⦁ warriors den ⦁ open
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open, pm me to start

[believe-hwu]

𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐂 𝐇 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 ! !
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xx[39 moons] [leader] [she-cat] [mentors; reedpaw] [interest; to be dawnshine] [location; camp] [mood; happy]
xx [tags; shimmerpaw, dawnshine]
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Letting out a loud purr, the smile now on her face was quite prominent at her daughter’s appearance. Sure, they weren’t biologically related, but they didn’t need to be. “Hi dear.” A few probably didn’t much like that the two were so close and didn’t really act like they were an apprentice and a leader, but if she was going to be honest, she didn’t quite care. Shimmerpaw was her daughter, and that wasn’t about to change how they acted around each other. “ How would you like to join me on one of the patrols this morning? I haven’t seen Robintuft just yet.” Tilting her head, she gave a polite smile to the medicine cat as she’s walked up to her. “Good morning, Dawnshine. And no, he hasn’t yet. I could set up a patrol if you’d like.”

𝐖 𝐄 𝐁 𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐔 𝐃 ! !
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xx[48 moons] [warrior] [tom] [mentors; batpaw] [interest; to be creamflower] [location; camp] [mood; ??]
xx [tags; creamflower, open]
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Turning his attention to the queen, he dipped his head to her before greeting her politely. “ Good morning, Creamflower.”Blinking at her question, it was probably easy to say that he didn’t quite expect that, but he probably should have, considering she brought over a rabbit. “ A little bit.” He spoke, attempting to be polite, but his stomach decided then was the best time to growl loudly.

𝐒 𝐏 𝐎 𝐓 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃 𝐅 𝐄 𝐑 𝐍 ! !
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xx[26 moons] [queen] [she-cat] [interest; stormtuft] [location; camp] [mood; content]
xx [tags; flickerkit m, open]
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Blinking her eyes open to the small kit bouncing on her flank, she let out a yawn before her eyes were able to now focus on the kit leaping around the den, flicking her tail to get her attention. "Before you wake anyone else here, why don't we go out for a bit?" The calico quietly offered with a tender smile, the little kit had stolen her heart and apparently so had her father. Quickly checking if the kit was alright

𝐅 𝐋 𝐀 𝐌 𝐄 𝐇 𝐀 𝐖 𝐊 ! !
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xx[29 moons] [warrior] [tom] [mentors; owlpaw] [interest; to be robintuft] [location; camp] [mood; neutral]
xx [tags; open]
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The warrior had stayed late to finish the dusk patrol and had done a bit of midnight hunting to keep the prey pile stocked for the morning, he was currently asleep.

𝐅 𝐋 𝐈 𝐂 𝐊 𝐄 𝐑 𝐊 𝐈 𝐓 ! !
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xx[4 moons] [kit] [she-cat] [location; camp] [mood; excited]
xx [tags; spottedfern m, open]
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The little kit was already awake and bouncing all over the den, most likely waking the other kits and queens. What did that matter? She just wanted to play! Pricking her ears at hearing her adoptive mother speak, she gave a loud squeak at the offer before racing out of the nursery, and promptly tripping herself and tumbling over her own paws. After the queen had checked to see if she was alright, she was, she was back to running around and bothering everyone she could see.

[Animedere]

★ ─── 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 ❞
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i. (cis) Tom ii. 36 Moons iii. Warrior v. Pansexual | Panromantic vi. No Crush vii. No Mate viii. Camp; Nettlestorm, n ix. 157 Words
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xxxxDrifting off a bit, he had stopped at the voice of a Clanmate, Nettlestorm. Looking at the ginger molly, he dipped his head politely with a greeting in return. " Goodmorning, Nettlestorm. " He said, before then pausing to hear what she had to say. After listening, he shook his head showing he didn't have plans yet today. " Actually, that's a pretty good idea. " He said, although he hadn't seen her all day yet. Though come to think of it - Sunpaw is two moons away before becoming a young warrior, well, like most apprentices in this clan at least. Even though there's a three moon age gap, Ripplepaw and Sunpaw could have a friendly rival thing going on, like suggested. Sunpaw could perhaps be the perfect challenge for the younger tom, and it might get him used to sparing a bit. He could definitely see them getting along well, and he definitely liked the idea she had in mind.

🌰 ─── 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚 ❞
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i. (cis) Tom ii. 36 Moons iii. Warrior v. Demi-Bisexual | Rom vi. No Crush vii. No Mate viii. Camp; Littledove, Beepaw, Open ix. 133 Words
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xxxxChestnutstrike's ear slightly twitched after hearing a soft voice of a molly, turning around he saw the white pelted molly, Littledove. Deeping his head in a greeting, he then proceeded to nod at her comment. " Mhm, I was off hunting, not really much though. How about you, how was your morning so far? " He asked her, before then hearing the enthusiastic but yet polite voice of his apprentice, Beepaw. " Goodmorning, beepaw. " He said, also dipping his head at the young molly. " Do you have any ideas on what you want to do for the day? It seems Stormtuft is up now, patrols should be assign any moment now. " He asked, then turning his head to Littledove. She wasn't assigned an apprentice, but maybe she might get assigned a patrol with Beepaw and him.

🌳 ─── 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙥 ❞
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i. [i](cis) Molly ii. 23 Moons iii. Warrior v. Bisexual | Biromantic vi. No Crush vii. No Mate viii. Warrior's Den; Open ix. Words
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xxxxSleeping. . . Feel free to wake her up, interact, talk, etcetera.

🐿️ ─── 𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙖𝙬 ❞
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xxxxThe young Molly immediately turned as she heard the faint voice of her mentor, Stormtuft. She looked up at the tom dipping her head before making a -slightly- polite greeting. " Goodmorning, Stormtuft. . . " She grumbled a bit. She was rather grumpy by the amount of time that was ' wasted ' but at least he was up now, listening to what he had to say before cutting him off " I don't think I need any trainings, I think I can handle going on a patrol just fine. " she said, although she did kinda start apprenticehood not too long ago, she still had that ego feeling that a hunting or border patrol will be way too easy for her. It also wasn't just her overconfidence alone, it was probably her determination to be better than others too. Still having a long way to go just disappoints her, though she knows she can't do anything about it. " Well, if you think I can at least. " she mumbled, it's not like it was really her full decision if she could go on a patrol or not.

[-solar eclipse-]

➴ 𝐑 𝐈 𝐏 𝐏 𝐋 𝐄 𝐏 𝐀 𝐖
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xx7 moons old ⟶ apprentice ⟶ tom ⟶ mentor; nettlestorm ⟶ interest; to be shimmerpaw ⟶ location; camp ⟶ mood; tired
xxtagged; shimmerpaw m, open
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Waking to a paw playfully batting his head wasn’t the worst way to wake up he thought, catching a glimpse of Shimmerpaw leaving the den. He couldn’t help the small smile from slipping onto his face, he’d get her back for it later. Leaving the den a few moments after her, he wasn’t exactly surprised to see her with Peachstar and Dawnshine.

[willowbear]

🍃 leafpelt
she finally got up and caught a rabbit to eat. then she patrolled around camp

[Animals65]

Creamflower hears Webcloud's stomach growling and suppresses a giggle, realizing how hungry the tom is. "Well good thing I came over to see if you wanted to share this rabbit with me!" she replied purring. "Go ahead and eat first!"

[kopfkino]

𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ❅ ) ── ❝ 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘟 ❞

( 57 moons ) ─ ( she-cat ) ─ ( warrior ) ─ ( camp ) ─ ( irritable ) ─ ( open for tags; eaglepaw (mentioned) )

indentation A pale shadow crept out of the warriors' den, heading toward the fresh-kill pile to paw through cold, stale remains. Whiskers twitching in displeasure, Whitefox turned away, letting out a quiet hiss of annoyance. Was it too much to ask for a warm meal in the morning? This was the worst part of the weather cooling off; something about prey covered in dew or lightly frostbitten made her lips curl in disgust.

indentation The deputy would assign a patrol shortly and if she wasn't chosen, she would take her apprentice out to train. He was a decent apprentice, at least. He worked hard and seemed fairly competent, but she had a challenging training session ready. Still, it would be better served once the dew had evaporated as the day warmed up a little. And once her bones didn't ache so much. She wasn't old yet, but as the temperatures were dropping lately, she'd found herself aching a little when she first arose. A brisk run usually was enough to ease the stiffness from her joints, but she didn't look forward to the aches of a senior warrior.

indentation This lesson was also one best learned while there was still tree-cover. The better to hide and learn, before prey really started to thin out, hiding underground until fairer weather in a few moons. Her tail lashed with slight impatience as she settled near the edge of camp, hard yellow stare raking along the feline shapes of her Clanmates as they also rose and drifted about camp.

𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ☽ ) ── ❝ 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘔𝘖𝘖𝘕 ❞

( 27 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( warrior ) ─ ( warriors' den ) ─ ( thoughtful ) ─ ( open for tags )

indentation Shatteredmoon drowsed on, worn out after leading the moonhigh patrol the night before. The tom had turned into a bit of a workaholic, constantly asking for tasks out of camp to keep busy and wear himself out. It felt good, in a way, to focus on something other than his aching heart. It hadn't been easy to hear that his goal of raising a family with Mistheart would never happen. Robbed of the promise of fatherhood, something he'd longed for from the moment she'd agreed to be his mate.

indentation And now she was no longer there to call his own. Unable to drag her down to the misery that he felt, he'd agreed that it was best that she try to start a family with another tom, so at least one of them could have the opportunity to raise kits. He'd given his blessing, but it still settled heavy in his stomach. So he worked hard to avoid her. It was better for both of them, surely. It was for the best. So he kept busy and slept on.

𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

( ❅ ) ── ❝ 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘔𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘕 ❞

( 15 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( warrior ) ─ ( in the forest ) ─ ( alert ) ─ ( open for tags )

indentation He hadn't slept well. He'd been on a long sunhigh patrol the day before and took far too long of a nap as a result. That night, he only managed a restless doze before giving up some time after moonrise had passed. He took to the trees with the intention of getting a good start on hunting. He'd never been fantastic at night-hunting, so it was a good time to practice without the pressures of his Clanmates around.

indentation He had a decent success, especially once he'd scrambled up into a tree. He'd found a squirrel nestled in the crook of a tree, half-hidden in a little alcove. It didn't wake as he crept along the branch, tail lashing to keep his balance as he crept along, and never stirred when he finally made his move. It unbalanced him in the process, so he was forced to twist midair as he fell, still clutching the squirrel. Still, his mentor had taught him well how to recover his balance and stick a landing, so he was able to saunter off with his prize, burying it with a slow, fat old mourning dove that he'd caught near camp.

indentation It was just past dawn when Frostmourn returned to camp, jaws stubbornly clamped down on the squirrel tail and a dove wing. When he deposited them on the fresh-kill pile, he spat out a few soft feathers as well before shaking his pelt out. The temptation to return to his nest to warm up was overwhelming, but he also supposed that he should be present in case he was to join a patrol again. As one of the youngest warriors in the Clan, he wanted to prove that he'd earned his warrior name rightfully, after all.

𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘵

( ♛ ) ── ❝ 𝘔𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘒𝘐𝘛 ❞

( 3 moons ) ─ ( tom ) ─ ( kit ) ─ ( camp ) ─ ( mood ) ─ ( riversong, ravenkit, milkkit; creamflower (mentioned) )

indentation The queen's gentle voice broke the silence as she shifted in her nest, admonishing him gently for his early morning mischief, but Mothkit could hear the glimmer of amusement in her tone nonetheless. He lashed his little tail eagerly and a soft rustling sounded further as Ravenkit pulled himself out from where he'd been nestled up against his mother and sister, immediately on board and assuring his mother of the plan.

indentation Mothkit held his breath as he waited for Riversong's assent, joining Ravenkit in eager paw shifting once given permission. He'd scarcely drawn a breath when Milkkit scrambled to her paws as well, asking him questions about the plan. He felt a flicker of doubt that all three of them could sneak up on his clever mother, but then a flurry of noise sounded and he started slightly, bumping into Ravenkit in the process. His sense of smell and hearing reassured him that it had just been Fogkit sneaking up to attack Milkkit and after a quick mumbled apology to Ravenkit for bumping, he flicked his tail to beckon his best friend.

indentation "While they're distracted, let's go! Thanks, Riversong! We promise not to make too much of a ruckus!" This was an oft-promised occasion, but Mothkit, in all his energy and mischief, rarely delivered through. His blindness had done little to quell his sense of adventure, especially with Ravenkit beside him. He allowed Ravenkit's tail to rest along his shoulder through the entrance and lifted his nose to the air, trying to pinpoint Creamflower's warm scent.

indentation He could pick up Webfoot's scent near his mother, and then was distracted by the scent of rabbit. His stomach growled and he promised himself that he'd ask if he could have a piece of rabbit, if she wasn't already sharing with Webfoot. After the attack, of course.

indentation "So all we need to do is sneak up on Creamflower without her seeing us. If she's busy talking or eating, I think we're in the clear." He trusted Ravenkit to choose the best path, although he knew the camp's layout fairly well. But if he was concentrating on not being seen by his mother, he might trip over someone careless enough to be laying in his path.

[A m n e s i a]

➳ 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓣𝓾𝓯𝓽
xxxxMale/32 moons/Pansexual
xxxxWarrior/Apprentice; ShimmerPaw
xxxxNo Crush/No Mate
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RobinTuft was awake but still was within the warriors den, he was taking a long time with grooming himself and when he finally thought he did a thorough job he'd find another spot that he managed to miss. His ears would constantly twitch at the sounds of his clanmates voices as he tried to make sure they weren't talking about him. It wasn't until a thought popped into his mind, that he finally stopped grooming his pelt I should get ShimmerPaw, it'll look bad if she's out of the apprentices den while I'm still in here he thought and quickly stood from his spot. He slipped out of the den before scanning the camp to make sure his apprentice wasn't up yet.
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➳ 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴
xxxxMale/26 moons/Bisexual
xxxxWarrior
xxxxNo Crush/No Mate
xxxxtags 》open

PetalBrook was already wide awake and out of CinderClans camp, a frown was etched on his face despite him not having anything to be sad about at the moment. He was actually quite relaxed at the moment as he listened to the sound of the forest, the occasional mouse or squirrel scurrying across the forest floor and the chirps of birds above always put him at ease. He made no attempt in catching the prey he saw as at the moment he was focused on enjoying his walk before the patrols were sent out I should probably head back soon, I don't want to miss the patrols being organized he thought and he turned his head in the direction the camp was.
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➳ 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓣𝓪𝓲𝓵
xxxxFemale/16 moons/Bisexual
xxxxWarrior
xxxxNo Crush/No Mate
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The grey and white she-cat was still fast asleep despite now being a warrior, she wasn't one to wake up early which was another thing her mentor looked down on her for but was something they had never been able changed about her.
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➳ 𝓚𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓟𝓪𝔀
xxxxNon-Binary/10 moons/Pansexual
xxxxMed. Cat Apprentice/Mentors; DawnShine, DuskWhisker
xxxxNo Crush
xxxxtags 》FluffyPaw, LightningPaw, DawnShine

A soft groan escaped the dilute calico as they were woken up from their dream by the sound of FluffyPaw's voice, they always hated being woken up by another since it always seemed to make it much harder to actually want to get up. They debated to pretend to still be asleep just to stay in the comfort of their nest a little while longer but that idea was shot down when they heard DawnShine chime in.
They let out a soft sigh before sitting up in their nest, their long fur sticking out in random places indicating they'd moved around a fair bit in their sleep "Yeah, we can share something" they responded to FluffyPaw before standing up from their nest. They didn't care much about their messy fur as it wouldn't affect how they did their job as a medicine cat apprentice.
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➳ 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪
xxxxFemale/18 moons/Lesbian
xxxxLoner
xxxxNo Crush/No Mate
xxxxtags 》open

The young molly was laying comfortably on the forest floor with nothing but a bush keeping her hidden from any nearby threats but luckily she was still outside the clans border which hopefully meant one less threat. She licked her lips staring at her prey in front of her, she had decided to get up early and managed to get her claws on a nice sized squirrel. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't difficult living on her own especially with the lack of her front right leg which has caused her to be somewhat clumsy when it comes to hunting. She occasionally wonders if she made a mistake leaving the tom she once trusted as a friend but when he expressed romantic feelings towards her, she felt uncomfortable and hadn't been sure what to do.
She shakes her head throwing herself out of her thoughts and returning her attention to the squirrel she managed to catch on her own "I'm fine, I don't need anyone" she reassured herself, another issue with being a loner was her tendency to talk to herself but if she didn't talk to herself then no one else would.
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➳ 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰
xxxxMale/48 moons/Straight
xxxxKittypet
xxxxNo Crush/No Mate
xxxxtags 》Hershey

King was currently playing around with his favorite toy, a fake mouse that he's had since his housefolk had first brought him home. His owner was long gone by now, the female always seemed to be in such a rush in the morning and returned exhausted much later in the day. She would also have times where she would stay at home most of the day and then quickly rush out with a small box up to her ear.
Eventually, he got bored of his mouse and stood up from his spot. he trotted towards a small opening that allowed him to exit into the fenced in backyard. His twoleg most likely never knew of his adventures outside and he preferred to keep it that way. She always seemed to freak when he got too close to an open door and would keep the windows mostly shut so he would be unable to escape. He leapt onto the fence and glanced around for a moment to find the bell making noise, he caught sight of a familiar white and brown cat heading into the forest. He smiled and hopped down before walking at a fast pace to catch up to her, his own collar jingling with his movement "Morning Hershey, what're you up to?" He questioned the she-cat, the tom wasn't necessarily friends with Hershey but as they lived close to each other it wasn't uncommon for him to strike up a conversation with her.

[Kuj0]

Ebony / She-cat / 20 moons / Loner / Tags: Spectre

A dilating of her pupils and her neck fur standing on end were the only signs that showed Ebony was startled. She silently reprimands herself for not noticing the tom before craning her neck, gazing at the stranger with a raised eyebrow. She responds to his statement with a short exhale from her nose and a small nod. He clearly was not a clan cat, but she still kept her guard up; it would be foolish not to. From her spot on solid ground, she tries to gauge what she would be working with. The angle did not help her judgement, but she could tell he was large, at least larger than her. "Looking for trouble?" She asks, her light tone presenting her inquiry as a general question rather than a threat.

[whispersome]

— DAWNSHINE
She | 38 moons | Medicine cat
Tags: Peachstar, Shimmerpaw | Mentions: None | Location: Camp

“Thank you! I’d appreciate that. I’m planning on taking a couple of apprentices around our territory today, so we might be able to gather something, but just in case…” Dawnshine trailed off, letting the implication speak for itself. “Well, like I said, thanks.”

It was then that Dawnshine noticed the apprentice pressed against her adoptive mother’s side, and she quickly shifted her focus to Shimmerpaw. “Oh! And good morning to you, too, Shimmerpaw,” she said, whiskers twitching with warmth. It was always nice to see Shimmerpaw in good spirits. Dawnshine hadn’t been able to do anything for her ill-fated siblings or parents, to her dismay even moons later, but she was glad that Shimmerpaw seemed to be doing well now, especially with Peachstar as a mother figure. “How are you feeling this morning? Excited for your training today? I remember almost bursting out of the den before the sun had even risen when I was your age.”

— OWLPAW
She | 10 moons | Apprentice
Tags: Flamehawk, open | Mentions: Stormtuft, Squirrelpaw, Creamflower, Webcloud | Location: Camp

After a few moments of waiting by the warriors’ den, other warriors walking by, Owlpaw stood back up. If Flamehawk hadn’t risen by this point, he probably wouldn’t before her belly began aching.

She could creep in and check on him, but the thought—not only being in the warriors’ den when it wasn’t to set out moss for the warriors’ beds, but being in the warriors’ den around quite a few cats still—set her fur on edge. And besides, Owlpaw wouldn’t want to upset him by waking him.

Shaking the thoughts off, Owlpaw strode toward the fresh-kill pile. She settled down there, head lowered the same way it had been when she’d left the den. The prey was meager, probably because some of the warriors had gotten at it first, but Owlpaw couldn’t (and wouldn’t) complain; it was still food. She took one of the smaller mice and curled up a fair distance from the center of the camp. From here, she could hear other cats’ exchanges—she heard Stormtuft talking to Squirrelpaw, and Creamflower to Webcloud—but hopefully no one would notice her enough to strike up a conversation with her.

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