Lavenderpaw
she-cat | 8 moons | dawnclan | apprentice | crush; none | tags; open
She hadn't had that dream, no, nightmare in a while. She had tried her best to block out the memory, to put it in the back of her mind. Lavenderpaw had been keeping herself constantly busy, training hard, working hard, so she wouldn't have time to think.No time to even mourn, she wouldn't allow herself the time. The tabby shook her head, shaking away the thoughts and brushed her paw over her eyes as an attempt to wipe away her tears. With a heavy sigh, she forced herself to sit up and turned her head in the direction of the exit. She had to get up, she had to stay busy, but at the moment she couldn't get herself to move from her nest.
Graynose
tom | 38 moons | duskclan | medicine cat | crush; none | tags; open
"Yarrow..willow leaves, watermint, thyme.. definitely thyme" Graynose mumbled to himself, shuffling through his herbs. It was about time he sorted them out, he had been so busy lost in his own world lately he hadn't had time to organize. "tansy, very important, cobwebs as well we're running low. Ah, yes, catmint of course but if there's none of that then goldenrod can suffice for now." the tom continued, making a quiet list of the herbs that were needed. The tom was up much earlier than he usually was, he wanted things to change. He had to stop sleeping in, he had to be up early in case anything happened, in case someone needed him.
Hawkfeather
tom | 28 moons | dawnclan | warrior | crush; foxpelt | tags; foxpelt
The tabby's fur grew hot once again at the compliment, "thank you." he responded sheepishly. He turned to look at her and was quiet for a moment before giving her a soft smile "you look radiant.. as always." he purred, nudging her affectionately.
Robinpaw
she-cat | 7 moons | duskclan | warrior | crush; none | tags; open
Robinpaw looked around the camp for Riverfrost. Her mentor must still be sleeping, well if that was the case it would be a good time to eat breakfast. The apprentice shuffled over to the fresh kill pile and looked around at the prey. She eventually chose the smallest piece of kill she could find, a little vole. Robinpaw wanted to save the bigger prey for the elders, queens and kits who needed it most. The tabby she-cat picked up the vole in her jaws and went to find a good place to settle down and eat.