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[Angelic Glory]

(I don't mind when we start.)

[luxray;]

{ I meant medicine cat apprentice. I forgot to change it -facedesk- }}

[tyger.]

Yay!

O A K C L O U D

The tiger-striped tomcat sat with his thick tail curled over his paws, his head held high and his amber eyes glowing like golden pools. Sunlight dappled his oak-coloured fur and turned it copper; the shadows that danced around his large paws seemed like droplets of water.
He rose to standing with a wide yawn, showing many sharp teeth. Gazing around sleepily, the tabby's eyes lit up when he saw Amberflight and he bounded over o the she-cat, a purr rising in his throat as he pressed his muzzle to her ear. "Morning, you," he smiled, his voice deep and velvet-like.

[beryl]

{@Germany xD accepted.
@SecretParadise, both cats are accepted.

[Angelic Glory]

Amberflight

Forcing sleep away and opening her sky-blue eyes, Amberflight glanced over at Oakcloud. "uh...." She didn't really know what to say, as she was not good with talking. "Good morning." She gazed over his pelt- the way the dappled sunlight shone made him look like a StarClan warrior. She turned away, embarrassed for staring.
She heard the birds tweeting outside and suddenly longed to hunt, to feel the wind through her fur bringing prey-scent to her. She got up and shook, and was about to leave, when she thought better of it. "Hey, Oakcloud..." She was cautious as she spoke. "Do you...Do you want to go hunting with me?"

[luxray;]

{ layout coming soon! }}
Wolfheart lay in the clearing, grooming his paws. His sleek pelt was groomed by now, and he flexed his claws. "Good." He muttered the word in satisfaction as he sat up, skinny tail flicking from side to side. The blind medicine cat lifted his muzzle to sniff the air. "Would be a good day for hunting," He muttered ruefully.

[tyger.]

O A K C L O U D

Oakcloud's heart thumped hard in his chest, and he couldn't help but give s tiny hop of pleasure. "Of course I do!" he cried, licking Amberflight's ear. "Where shall we go?" He couldn't help but think about how hot it would be later in the day; when sunhigh hit, he would have to make sure he and Amberflight were safely in shade. Otherwise, he didn't fancy getting burnt... His thick fur wasn't really suited for this hot weather.

[jaevibes]

Redpool forced open her eyes as soon as the sun kissed her pelt.She was one who was not fond of the mornings,the usual smiles from everyone's faces compared to her cold one made her a little annoyed.She stood on her four paws,stretching out an hearing the soft cracks that made her relieved once more.She padded out of the den,blinking her eyes for a second as the strong sunlight warmed her pelt.Her face showed no emotion as she looked over at the fresh-kill pile.She was eager to get her paws working after a night's rest and she wasn't going to sit down the whole day.She debated on whether to go on alone or with company but she shrugged the latter.She breathe in through her nose,looking for any interested cats before she decided to go alone which she better preferred.

Tigerclaw waltz into the camp,a smile of satisfactory on his lips as he carried a medium sized fish in his jaws.He had woke up early to hunt and he was glad with himself.He looked over at Redpool,the one cat he considered as a sister,she was a cold cat but he understood why she was so.He dropped the fish into the pile,then going over to warm his pelt under the sun.He let out a soft purr,grooming his fur which was slightly damp after his previous hunt.

[Angelic Glory]

Amberflight

Amberflight glanced away, not sure how to react. "You decide...Somewhere cool." She, too, thought of how hot it would get later in the afternoon. Oakcloud's really sweet, Amberflight thought, and licked his ear back. "Maybe somewhere where there is water, that'll keep us from burning up," she reasoned, lost in thought again. Her pale blue eyes were glazed over as she searched through the map of the territory in her head. "The fishing river would be really good. But, of course, only if you want to go." She looked into his eyes, waiting for his answer.

[beryl]

ｂｌｕｅｐｅｌｔ
|Male|39 Moons|No crush
_____________________________________________________ The male's blue-green eye's blinked open in the dark, hazy den, full of other sleeping warriors. His tail lied neatly over his nose; with his cream splashed paws tucked underneath him. Bluepelt let out a yawn, his sharp teeth and pick tongue showing. Pushing himself onto his hunches, he sat there in his nest for a few moments, adjusting his eyes to the darkness. He could see that Oakcloud's and Amberflight's nests were already empty. They must be out already, he thought lazily. Bluepelt was about to slip out of the Warriors den, when he realized his coat was a grey-blue mess. Shrugging, he went out anyways. It seemed like there was hardly any cats out anyways, so washing himself in public didn't seem like a very big deal.

Slipping out of the Warriors den, he caught sight of Oakcloud and Amberflight talking with each other. It seemed like they were together a lot, lately, and Bluepelt wouldn't be surprised if they announced that they were mates. He also saw Wolfheart out of the Medicine den, grooming himself in the clearing. But Bluepelt decided to stay clear of him; he seemed grumpy today. Letting out a lazy sigh, the handsome tom sat down in the clearing and began to groom his mess of fur down.

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|Male|110 Moons|No crush
__________________________________________________________________________________Greyfeather grumpily sat up in his nest, cursing those stupid birds who failed to understand that this certain tom was getting old, and needed more sleep. Grumbling, he stumbled out of his nest, glad that no cat was there to see him struggle. Greyfeather was getting old; a whopping 110 moons old, about the time to be a Elder. But his stubbornness kept him going, under a pledge that he would serve as a medicine cat until he went off to Starclan. But Greyfeather didn't fear that that time was near; however stiff his old joints were. Walking over to the little pool that resided in the back of the Medicine cat den, and lapped up a few droplets of water. Looking over to where his apprentice; Wolfheart normally slept, he saw that he wasn't there. Must be out again, Greyfeather thought with a shrug. His apprentice was good, though grumpy at times, certainly like himself.

Turning around, Greyfeather sniffed at the herbs; realizing that they were a little low in Fever Few. He would send Wolfheart out to get them, in a little bit.

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|Female|10 moons|Apprentice|No Crush

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The certainly pretty she-cat was quickly sleeking down her fluffy black fur in the apprentice's den, hoping to be as quiet as possible, while her den-mate, Smokepaw slept. Cinderpaw had gotten up ages ago, but refused to go out of the den with a storm of black fur sticking out all over the place. Her blind, piercing green eyes were alert and as sharp as ever, still giving off the haunting quality about them. Smoothing down the last part of her fur, she got up on her dainty paws, and stepped outside, wary of Smokepaw's tail. She did, what she had done every day of her life in the clan; checked the scent and sounds, to see who was up and awake. She had made a habit of this, tired of asking who was out to her mother, when she was about three moons. Ever since she had started doing that, her hearing and sense of smell had greatly improved to the point, where it was almost impossible to sneak up of her, thus making her a great hunter. Fighting was her only weak spot; it was hard to keep track of the cats, as they would keep moving sharply. But she strives to improve.

After taking a quick whiff, and a quick pause to listen, she identified Wolfheart, sitting in the clearing. He too, was blind like her, but very grumpy. Even so, his grumpiness didn't faze her. With a flick of her ears, she trotted over to him, dipping her head. "Hey Wolfheart." She meowed, flicking his ear with her tail.