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•Age: 48 moons
•Rank: Leader
•Lives: 8
•Status: Single
•Tags: none
Whitestar smiled ruefully as he watched the ragdoll stroll away in search for the rest of the hunting patrol. Ah the days where I could wander freely in and out of camp... the white pawed tom reminisced about the past. Now that he's taken on 9 lives, Flightclan camp became his permanent home and rarely would he be allowed out of camp unless: 1. He sneaks out quietly for a short walk and upon his return get scolded for leaving his post. 2. There's some danger that's threatening his clan outside of camp and he's required to deal with it. 3. Give up his position. Whitestar sighed, feeling very old at the moment as he leaped down from his high perch and landed on soft paws. Stretching slowly, the leader of Flightclan let slip a satisfying yawn and padded over to pick a piece of fresh-kill to fill his belly.
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•Gender: She-cat
•Age: 30 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Redcloud
"So I see." the she-cat mumbled dryly as she glanced at Redcloud's thick pelt. She often wondered how the tom managed to stay so positively happy no matter what season they're in. What baffled her most was how the red tom could stand baking within that thick layer of fur and still stay optimistic and cheerful. If she had fur as long and thick as his, she wouldn't even bother coming out of the shadows of the dens. But then again, his thick silky fur had all the she-cats in clan envy him for his beautiful coat. Honeywolf snorted softly and rolled her eyes, a pretty tom, now that's something. "You should head towards the river if you want to cool down." the ginger she-cat meowed grimly, green eyes narrowing slightly before turning away. They had no business with each other so she wasn't obliged to accompany him if he does decide to go to the river for a dip. Turning away briskly, the she-cat continued on her walk, her whiskers twitching from irritation boiling within. It was irritation more for herself than her clanmate, because she couldn't hold a proper conversation without offending somecat sooner or later - and though she felt awkward leaving the red tom so abruptly - she'd prefer to leave before things start rolling downhill.
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•Age: 34 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Jayfrost
The tom's ears were twitching as he began his second round of grooming that morning. Yeuck, I'm getting full from just eating my own hair.. the tabby thought sourly as he rubbed a paw over one delicate ear and brought it over his neck. It was really tiring having to groom his semi-long fur everyday to rid himself of moss and sticks. To the side he wondered how he's going to groom his fur when he's an elder. Would there be someone there to groom his fur for him? His mate? Flightclan's future apprentices? Thunderflame chuckled at the thought. Wouldn't that be fun, having apprentice groom his pretty fur and searching for ticks under his heavy coat. He was shaken from his dark amusement when Jayfrost's voice seeped through. Perking up, the tabby stood up and smiled. "Of course! I'm always up for a hunting patrol." Thunderflame chuckled and followed the grey ragdoll. "I'll be seeing ya Mintfrost, Foxpool!" With a flick of his long tail in a brief farewell, the large tom shuffled his way to join the growing hunting patrol. Hmn.. I wonder if Shadowpaw's still sleeping... I will have to wake her up when I get back.
(( Fogpaw is accepted! Her mentor is Hazelsky! ))









