𝗩𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗻𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿
41 moons |Female | leader | tags: MouseKit|
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VixenStar had been awake for a while at this point, she was sitting in her den going over the plans for the day and how she would need to meet with her Deputy, VineWatcher later in the day to discuss the borders and prey patrols. How were they doing? They didn't have any current threats despite miscellaneous loners. And their prey wasn't low. It wasn't abundant but it wasn't a dire worry of hers at the moment. The clan seemed to be doing alright and that was her priority.
Something had rolled past her, catching VixenStar's attention. Her head snapped around to see a ball of moss had come into her den. Accompanied by a small kit to retrieve it. VixenStar swatted the ball of moss towards the den entrance "Lose your moss ball MouseKit?" she asked with a soft purr.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰
25 moons |Female | Warrior | tags: open|
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MoonShaodw had awoken with a sudden jolt, yet another nightmare had creeped inside her brain. She blinked open her eyes, glancing around the den which her fellow warriors inhabited. Noticing some of them were still sleeping, the white she-cat slowly rose to her paws, quickly cleaning off some of the nest dander that remained on her fur. MoonShadow wasn't vain, but she couldn't sit by knowing her appearance was less than acceptable to the standard her mother had raised her with. Okay, maybe she was a little vain - but what did that matter? It wasn't like she was here to impress anyone. MoonShadow flicked an ear as she listened to the soft breathing of her den mates. Assuming she was one of the first to awaken she stepped from the nest and crept towards the exit of the den and into the clan campground.
The morning sun hit her pelt, she looked towards the sky and smiled for a moment. The quiet of the camp was something she found to be relaxing. The brief moment before the clan broke out into it's usually busy day full of trainings and patrols. Her eyes wandered around the camp before seeing her favorite shade spot was open. She purred, before peppily making her way over. In this spot you had a view of the clan while being in ear shot of most of the patrol group planning. It was easier to "pick and choose" which patrols she wanted as she was in this spot. Not that she would ever choose not to go on patrol. As she reached her spot, she sat under the shade to watch as the warriors, and apprentices began waking and exiting their dens. The clan would burst awake any minute now. She watched for a while, loving the way the clan interacted with itself.
𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭
25 moons |male | Warrior | tags: open |
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He groaned, the stirs of the fellow warriors as the morning sun spilled into the den. This was the worst part of his day, the waking up. His sister was always the morning cat - NightFrost on the other hand absolutely despised mornings. He rose to his paws with a huff and shook out his pelt from the traces of his sleep left by the leaves of his nest. Hesitantly he walked out of the den, his black coat glistened with the rays of sun. His eyes settled on his sister for a moment, who was already in her favorite shade spot. Unknown to her - NightFrost always kept a careful eye on her, he had too. He flicked his tail, before he walked towards the prey-pile with the intentions of grabbing a bird. He considered what patrol he would be assigned to today
𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐏𝐚𝐰
11 moons |male | apprentice |apprentice to: LionClaw | tags: LionClaw|
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WolfPaw blinked open his eyes as the morning light filled the apprentice den. It was the least favorite part about having his nest so close to the den entrance. However, when you're not a true clan cat - You don't really have a say in where your nest is. You don't really have anything. WoflPaw sighed as he decided he may as well get the day started. The fluffy tom rose to his paws and shook his pelt out before walking from the den. The good part about being named "Wolf" was that he could go unkept or messy and no one would bat an eye. He was already an outsider for not being clan born but he tried his best to not let that bother him. Unfortunately that part of him won - frequently. His eyes adjusted to the light as he exited the den. He blinked a few times before looking around the camp for his mentor, LionClaw.
WolfPaw's eyes landed on the warrior , took a deep breath before padding over to the warriors den which LionClaw was beside. He stood off to the side, not wanting to intrude. He was just curious as to what the plans for the day would be.