ℱ𝑜𝑔𝓅𝒶𝓌
☁ Apprentice ☁ Camp ☁ 10 M
☁ Tags: Open ☁ Mentions: Fangpaw & Minnowpaw
indentationA yawn pushed past their lips as they awoke, ears flat against their head as their jaws opened. The short-furred Bengal cat slowly blinked a few times, gazing over their den-mates. Silently they noted that only Fangpaw and Minnowpaw were awake, and decided to not bother the two toms. Getting to their paws the feline gracefully made their way out of the apprentice's den and stepped into camp. Glancing towards the prey pile, the feline took note that there wasn't much left from the night before and frowned. While they should probably go feed the clan's elders first, the feline figured they'd be more productive by joining a hunting patrol.
indentation"Maybe a quick nap afterward's." They muttered softly under their breath, as they padded over to the entrance of the camp. In doing this, they hoped that whatever hunting or even border patrol would notice them, and invite them along. A soft hum left the sea-green-eyed feline as they sat down a tail-length or so away from the camp's entrance.
ℬ𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁
☄ Warrior ☄ Camp ☄ 24 M
☄ Tags: Open ☄ Mentions: Smogplume
indentation Hatred. It was something that came easy to Brightfall, that and anger. No one would say that she was easy to get along with, but she made an effort. On occasion. Brightfall herself what it was that made her so ... how she was. But she was pretty sure her mother had blamed her father Lionjaw. After all, the two were very similar in coloring, but at this point with both parents dead, or at least assumed dead, it mattered little. This morning started like all the others for her, awaking from a dream she could never remember, trading blearily out of the warrior's den and sitting down in a sunny part of camp to groom herself. Now all she had to do was find a patrol to join, maybe Smogplume would assign her to a border patrol.
ℛ𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌
❆ Warrior ❆ River Bank ❆ 39 M
❆ Tags: Open ❆ Mentions: None
indentationThe brown and white tom often enjoyed walking along the river, it was something he often did when he needs to think or when he was stressed. Which, honestly was often. Despite his ability to adapt to almost any situation, stress got to everyone. Rootshadow found that trekking along the river and gazing at the water helped him. In a way, he envied the water, it always found a way to keep moving. Water went around, over, and under any obstacle in its way, something he wanted to be able to do one day, metaphorically anyway. About a tree-length back the tom had left the remains of a fish that he'd caught and eaten, long before dawn. Heaving a sigh, the tom shook his head. "Probably should bring something back." He muttered to himself. For a moment the tom contemplated doing some more fishing but ultimately decided to head back to the forest to do his hunting. Turning his back on the river, the tom made his way into the forest.
