ƑlightClan • Semi-lit+ • [ Final Announcement pg.48 ]

[foxflight,]

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Snowdrift kept her jaws shut as Whitestar spoke, her ears pricking forward as the older tom spoke. She blinked her light blue eyes, listening to Whitestar and dipping her head slightly before meeting his gaze again, her eyes widening only slightly when she heard a purr come from the tom and a look of happiness gleamed in his green eyes. She had always thought of Whitestar to be just a serious tom. Snowdrift shifted on her paws uncomfortably as she heard a tired sigh come from the tom and instantly her mind began to fill up with thoughts of Whitestar not wanting to actually come for the two apprentices assessment. Snowdrift's tail stopped waving through the air and she glanced towards Barkface as Whitestar addressed the warrior, the white she-cat looked over Barkface quickly, awaiting his reaction before turning her gaze away from the tom and returning it to Whitestar once more. Snowdrift felt slightly surprised when Whitestar spoke to her with a chuckle, telling her to relax. At his words a small smile spread across her muzzle and she gave a small dip of her head, acknowledging his words. "Of course Whitestar." She meowed, swiftly turning on her paws to face the direction of the camp entrance. She padded ahead, slipping through the camp entrance and stepping aside to let Whitestar follow her out. "This way." She murmured, heading in the direction in which she had left Eaglestrike, Smokepaw and Littlepaw.

[SimpleScript]

(On the phon for the moment)

Littlepaw ♥
She sat down and listened to Eaglestrikes words, sighing a bit but with a small smile at what he though she could do somewhat in the right way. She felt lucky to have him as a mentor, even thou he was serious and she had never seen him smile, she hoped that if she made him proud enough that maybe he would. To her, for her, in pride.
Her eyes fell over at Smokepaw and she smiled at hid answer to her mentors question. "Snowdrift is a good warrior, I guess you'll learn fast from her" she said with a friendly giggle, sitting down and curling her tail around her paws. Looking at Smokepaw, she could see that he was fit and all and would just maybe learn faster than her, she had to focus more but it was harder to do than say.

{ Nettleclaw ◆ is open, but I dunno what to do with him right now enyone else open? }

[tuft.]

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Age› 35 moons
Gender› Tom
Rank› Warrior
Status› Single
Apprentice› Softpaw
Tags› None

Watching his apprentice leave, the large tom showed a slight smile as he started back to the spot where he buried the rabbit. Unearthing the creature, he filled the hole back in with his hindpaws and then headed back toward camp. After slipping through the entrance, he looked in the direction of the fresh-kill pile to see Snowdrift, Barkface, and Whitestar. Aside from those three, camp was seemingly empty save for two apprentices recognized as Fogpaw and Wolfpaw standing near the tunnel. Softpaw was also seen, eating the mouse she had caught earlier. Crookedheart smiled around the rabbit in his jaws and then padded to the fresh-kill pile to drop it off. He dipped his head in greeting to all the cats sitting around the pile, and then grabbed a robin for himself, taking it in front of the warrior's den to eat.

[Froas]

(Anyone open for Softpaw?)

ｍｉｎｔ ｆｒｏｓｔ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: a little concerned ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: camp ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Whitestar

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The medicine cat dipped her head. "Of course Whitestar, I won't be gone for too long" she said as she quickly trotted over to the apprentice den. Sticking her white fluffy head inside the small den, she called for her apprentice Sandpaw. Sandpaw, would you like to come help me gather herbs? She already knew the answer, but she'd rather ask, then command her to accompany her. She waited for her apprentice to reply to her. She saw Silvercloud and tried to catch her attention, waving her over towards the apprentice den.

[tyger.]

Squirrelpaw • 6 moons old • In the camp

Squirrelpaw looked over at the cats. She padded out of the den and went over to the center of the camp. She sat down, swirling her tail though the earth beneath her paws. The she-cat sighed. She was very bored.
Her long dark ginger fur was ruffled slightly by a faint breeze, and Squirrelpaw was hungry- but she could not eat, as she hadn't yet hunted that day. She gazed hungrily at the fresh-kill pile, hoping that some cat would notice her and take her out hunting.

[float away.]

R.e.d.c.l.o.u.d.

Gender: Tom
Age: 42 moons
Rank: Senior Warrior
Status: Single
Apprentice: None
State: Amused
Tags: Honeywolf

"Oh Starclan, anything but water. I can't think of anything I hate more." He wrinkled his pink nose, scrunching up his face in a comical manner. Redcloud avoided water like the plague; his thick pelt weighed him down like a bag rocks when wet, and after nearly drowning during flood season as an apprentice, he had a rather valid fear. If the heavy fur did get wet, it could take up to a pawful of days to completely dry, and he felt the sensation of damp skin very unpleasant. With a shudder as if to rid himself of imaginary droplets, he padded after Honeywolf, quickly falling in step with her. The ginger tom wasn't very good at social cues, at least the negative ones, and totally missed the subtle fact that Honeywolf didn't wish to continue conversing. Beaming at his companion, a slight purr rumbled in his throat as air began moving through his coat once more. Large paws sank into the soft forest floor, leaving slight prints in his wake because of his bulk. Looking behind them, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Look at me, you aren't leaving a mark on the ground and I'm denting it with very stride."

H.a.z.e.l.s.k.y.

Gender: She-cat
Age: 42 moons
Rank: Senior Warrior
Status: Single
Apprentice: Fogpaw
State: Curious
Tags: Barkface

Small paws weaved their way over to the small grouping of cats around their tabby leader, pale blue eyes peering at those present. A sandy-gold pelt brushed against the calico one of the tom that remained as Snowdrift and Whitestar left camp. Tail flicking over Barkface's back as she walked in front of him before swinging around to face the younger tom, "What's this about Whitestar leaving, hmm?" Hazelsky's curiosity had been peaked, and as the lady of the clan, she had to be in the know for all gossip. The dainty warrior had only just made her morning appearance into the camp, but she had been up since sunrise grooming. Her gleaming pelt was proof, the silky strands floating lightly about her.

F.r.o.s.t.p.a.w.

Gender: Tom
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Status: Single
Mentor: Barkface
State: Flirting, Bored
Tags: Softpaw

Voices floated into the dark hole that served as the apprentices' den; echoing in the tight space. A lump of black and white growled and placed a pair of paws over its ears in an attempt to block out the resonating noise. 'Why can't I ever just sleep?' The skinny apprentice had no desire to emerge from his resting place, but it seemed there was no more rest to be found. With a heavy sigh, Frostpaw drug himself to his feet and slunk out. Narrowing his eyes as his pupils contracted sharply in the bright sun, another hiss came from under his breath, ears pinning against his skull. Adjusting to the sudden increase of light, he let his cold gaze cast about the camp. His mentor was speaking with Hazelsky near the entrance, and very few other cats were visible. His blue orbs settled on a small form huddled in the corner of camp and a small smirk spread across his bi-colored muzzle. Lifting his head high, the patched cat strutted his way over to a fellow apprentice, "Morning Softpaw." The purr rolled off his tongue as he settled on his haunches next to her.

((I have Snaketail open for anyone interested. :3))

[tyger.]

If he's in the camp, I have Squirrelpaw... She's not doing much at the moment xD

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: surprisd ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: camp ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Frostpaw

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The small she-cat was enjoying the sun on her pelt as well as the shade when a more than familiar scent reached her nose. Frostpaw... was all she could think of. She peered in the direction the scent was coming from and before she knew it, the patched tom was sitting right beside her. She stuttered as she replied to the tom "Um, H-hello Frostpaw" . She bit her tongue, feeling kinda silly. She couldn't keep her cool with a tom, what kinda warrior would she be? She looked at the tom, his sterling grey eyes sparking in the sunlight. She hated the way she reacted to a pretty face, stuttering, her shyness, and the nervousness she felt in her belly, the part she hated the worst, but in a way she kinda liked it. It was torture for little Softpaw.

[float away.]

S.n.a.k.e.t.a.i.l.

Gender: She-cat
Age: 22 moons
Rank: Warrior
Status: Single
State: Bored
Tags: Squirrelpaw

"Stop drooling, apprentice. No amount of looking is going to fill your belly." The sharp words cracked through the thick air like a whip as a flame-pointed warrior came up behind Squirrelpaw. Snaketail was notorious for her harsh words and combative nature, and this morning was no exception. She had been on her way out of camp to do some sole hunting, but the forlorn apprentice's expression rubbed her fur the wrong way. There was no point in moping about when there were things to be done. (WB, sorry.)




F.r.o.s.t.p.a.w.

Gender: Tom
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Status: Single
Mentor: Barkface
State: Flirting, Bored
Tags: Softpaw

Bright grey eyes locked with his own stormy pair, and the tom gave a lopsided smirk. "Already been out this morning? Starclan, when did you get up?" He couldn't help but notice the half devoured mouse that lay in her front paws. He felt his stomach growl in response to the sight of food, and his smile faltered for a second as he glared downward at the protesting region. He had forgotten to eat the day before, and his body wasn't about to let him forget again. A mental roll of the eyes followed another rumble, and a sigh of defeat heaved out of his thin frame.

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: nervous ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: camp ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Frostpaw

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Well, I went out this morning with Crookedheart, he wanted to teach me some fighting techniques" Softpaw said, keeping her voice gentle, but not stuttering like some silly kit. It was sun-high and this had been the first time the she-cat had seen Frostpaw all morning.Had he been sleeping this entire morning? she thought to herself as a sound disrupted her thought process. It was the rumbling of a belly, Frostpaw's belly to be exact. The hunting patrol hadn't been back yet and what little food was lest on the pile was more than likely crowfood. She looked at her half eaten mouse and slid it over to the other apprentice. You can have the rest if you'd like, the hunting patrol just left and won't be back for a while".