

B E E S T I N G
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tags;; no one, open for tags || location;; entering camp || mood;; peacefulThe lithe warrior located the camp at a small distance, and he picked up the pace. His calm stride soon turned into a steady trot, kicking up small clouds of sand as the seagull dangled from his jaws. As Beesting reached the entrance, slipping through it, his amber eyes were fixed on the fresh-kill pile, then glanced down at his catch. He figured that the seagull fill a decent amount of cats, even though it wasn't quite that big.
Once he dropped off the seagull, the tortoiseshell tom would take a quick break and return to his solitude and continue hunting.
D O W N Y P A W
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tags;; wolfpaw, greystorm || location;; camp || mood;; anxiousPatrol! Downypaw suddenly straightened up and tried to make sure there weren't any parts of his pelt sticking out. He was giddy, but nervous as well. Sure, it wasn't his first patrol, but whenever he was invited to one, the young tom always felt like an eyesore to the patrol. It was like a flock of proud, battle-hardened gulls or sandpipers, except he was the one with the ruffled feathers and a weak frame, or at least, he felt like it.
At the sound of his name, The black-and-white apprentice followed Wolfpaw as the two headed towards Greystorm. Anxiety pricked at his paws as he met up with his mentor, his pelt suddenly feeling all ruffled. Another chance to feel welcome and worthy, Downypaw often told himself.
N A C R E P A W
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tags;; no one, open for tags || location;; camp || mood;; boredBlue eyes blinked against the sunlight, tail flicking and paws twitching. The young she-cat was waiting beside the apprentices den, searching for her mentor with a clear gaze. Nacrepaw sighed, and daintily raised a paw and lapped at it, then drew it over her ear. She was aware that she wasn't clan-born, but she was also aware that she was making good progress.
Nacrepaw wondered why her father even bothered to have kits with a kittypet. She'd been told countless times that such act would mean breaking the warrior code- so why do it? The pale brown tabby-and-white apprentice remembered her father's reply from many moons ago. It was because of love. The answer had baffled her- even to this day. Now the she-cat wondered about her siblings. Do I have any? Ah, it doesn't matter.. I've got a clan. Is that better than having any siblings? Suddenly, a prick of impatience clawed through her. And where's Riverwing?


B E E S T I N G
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tags;; no one, open for tags || location;; entering camp || mood;; peacefulThe lithe warrior located the camp at a small distance, and he picked up the pace. His calm stride soon turned into a steady trot, kicking up small clouds of sand as the seagull dangled from his jaws. As Beesting reached the entrance, slipping through it, his amber eyes were fixed on the fresh-kill pile, then glanced down at his catch. He figured that the seagull fill a decent amount of cats, even though it wasn't quite that big.
Once he dropped off the seagull, the tortoiseshell tom would take a quick break and return to his solitude and continue hunting.
D O W N Y P A W
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tags;; wolfpaw, greystorm || location;; camp || mood;; anxiousPatrol! Downypaw suddenly straightened up and tried to make sure there weren't any parts of his pelt sticking out. He was giddy, but nervous as well. Sure, it wasn't his first patrol, but whenever he was invited to one, the young tom always felt like an eyesore to the patrol. It was like a flock of proud, battle-hardened gulls or sandpipers, except he was the one with the ruffled feathers and a weak frame, or at least, he felt like it.
At the sound of his name, The black-and-white apprentice followed Wolfpaw as the two headed towards Greystorm. Anxiety pricked at his paws as he met up with his mentor, his pelt suddenly feeling all ruffled. Another chance to feel welcome and worthy, Downypaw often told himself.
N A C R E P A W
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tags;; no one, open for tags || location;; camp || mood;; boredBlue eyes blinked against the sunlight, tail flicking and paws twitching. The young she-cat was waiting beside the apprentices den, searching for her mentor with a clear gaze. Nacrepaw sighed, and daintily raised a paw and lapped at it, then drew it over her ear. She was aware that she wasn't clan-born, but she was also aware that she was making good progress.
Nacrepaw wondered why her father even bothered to have kits with a kittypet. She'd been told countless times that such act would mean breaking the warrior code- so why do it? The pale brown tabby-and-white apprentice remembered her father's reply from many moons ago. It was because of love. The answer had baffled her- even to this day. Now the she-cat wondered about her siblings. Do I have any? Ah, it doesn't matter.. I've got a clan. Is that better than having any siblings? Suddenly, a prick of impatience clawed through her. And where's Riverwing?
Zoosmell Pooplord wrote:[Opalnose • Content • Shellheart • Elders Den]
She looks at Shellheart, giving a soft smirk. "Yes, But I could've sworn that you Warriors have no time to hang out with the Elders any more." Opal nose wheezes, eyes glinting playfully. "Have you come to hear a story, Shellheart?"
Zoosmell Pooplord wrote:[Webpaw • Calm • Mallowmist, Splash • Outside Camp]
"Nah" The Apprentice lies. She could've sworn that she had smelled that scent before. She knew that cat. The Calico looks at Mallowmist, flexing her claws a bit.
Zoosmell Pooplord wrote:[Mella • Peaceful • Open • In a bush Outside Borders]
The fluffy dark brown cat sniffs through the rocks. She's looking for the fish she had nabbed. Sigh. It was gone. A bird must've gotten it. Mella was quite disapointed, as she was hungry. Well, she could always catch a bird- oh! There it was. She eats the dead fish contently.
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