Snowclan (Semi-Lit Warriors RP!) OPEN! ANY CATS NEEDED!

[Keriae]

(Alright, thank you. Do you know where Moonlily is?)

[ChocomintyStars]

(Should be in camp as well...<.< I'm not entirely sure, though...)

[Keriae]

(I'll just have Sweetpaw doing something random.)

Once the meeting was dismissed, the ginger and white apprentice set about grooming herself, making sure that her fur was gossy and sleek, free of knots and the like. She paid particular attention to her left forepaw, where a small smear of blood had started to crust and dry. She hadn't told anyone, but as she had raced to see of the intruders, she had wrenched a claw, and had struggled to hide it.

[Zwallow]

Pine paw remained silent throughout the meeting, at a loss for what to say. When the meeting broke, he looked around for Burningashen. He groaned, Still no sign of him. he spotted Sweetpaw over by the highcliff. He padded over to her, "Hi," he flicked his tail in greeting," want to go hunting? Still no sign of my mentor."

[Keriae]

Sweetpaw jumped at Pinepaw's voice but nodded, standing quickly, her amber eyes clouding for the briefest of moments as a sharp pain shot up her leg from her foot and to her shoulder. "Sure. I think Moonlily's busy, and it won't hurt for the Clan to have more fresh-kill." Besides, maybe hunting would take her mind off her paw.

[Zwallow]

Pine paw smiled gratefully, "Thanks, I can't stand hunting alone." He looked around at the vast landscape, "Where should we start?"

[Keriae]

"Somewhere where there will be some prey about....... By the border with SunClan." She wasn't comfortable under trees that much, but there was bound to be some prey there.

[Zwallow]

"Good thinking," Pinepaw said with a smile. "Let's get going then" he turned and started out of camp, but stopped short and looked back at Sweetpaw. "Wait, maybe we should bring a warrior...? I mean, we are going near another clans border." he said gingerly.

[Keriae]

Sweetpaw blinked then chuckled playfully. "Nah. I'm practically a warrior myself, and as long as we don't cross the border, we'll be fine." Maybe she was telling a tiny white lie, but it din't matter. The Clan needed fresh-kill.

[Transkitty]

Hawkclaw shook his head as he caught the last part of their conversation on his way past them. Pausing, he turned to look at them, mrowing in amusement. "You two aren't planning on hunting by yourselves, are you? I'll go with you, we can bring home more prey." Suddenly a flash of deep red, almost brown caught his eye, making him narrow them. "Sweetpaw, let me see your paw." He had his suspicions about why there seemed to be blood there. He'd wrenched many claws in his lifetime, and he knew that ignoring it would do no good. If anything, the claw would heal crooked and make hunting difficult for her.