by Thistill » Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:23 pm
Beepaw
Female | Apprentice | Crushing on Falcon | With Leo. Falcon + Fam
Beepaw felt his muzzle press against her, his smokey dark fur mingling with her cream coat. Where she stood out to the world he blended perfectly. A small purr arose from deep in her chest, straight from her heart, or perhaps more specifically her vocal chords. But it felt like her heart. It pounded, deep inside of her, her chest feeling like it was going to burst with each beat of her heart, nervous for the future, especially since the relationship was apparently more than friendly and brought to the attention of the clan now. Her thoughts and pounding heart were broken by Amunet's words. "That's her." Beepaw said, pointing her plush pink nose in the direction of Mintstar and the watchful eyes of the new she-cat, it made her fur feel hot, uncomfortable, a bit bristling. Jealousy burning in her like a hot day in greenleaf.
Falcon had moved closer by this point, and she pressed her side against him affectionately. "I'm glad you'll be able to join now." Beepaw said, but still hesitation rested in the back of her throat at speaking anything about her affection for him. Beepaw had fallen. And fast. Paws over tail for the mysterious tom whose name he only knew by falcon and family he only knew by 'Amunet, Nessa, and Shade'. Whose pelt smelled of burning wood and eyes held aggression but affection for her, a feeling that left her boiling at the tips of her fur, warm in her heart, and cold in her paws.
Weaselfang
Male | Deputy | Crushing on Mintstar | With Whitefang, Ravensong
The tom briefly debated burying the mouse. He pressed his paw to the ground, realizing how muddy it just was. It would get the mouse more dirty than it was now, he dipped his maw with the mouse back into the water, washing it off a little, the mud leaking out of his mouth and the body growing colder. Weaselfang watched Whitefang pad off and Weaselfang set the mouse back down, opening his jaws to scent the air. Devoid. Nothing. He perked his ears. Devoid. Nothing. It was silent except for the squelching pawsteps of his clanmates looking for prey too. I don't even know who to give this mouse to. Weaselfang thought to himself sadly. Everyone needs to eat, the sick come first, but what about the kits? Are they more prioritized? Weaselfang thought to himself, a bit sour in his inability to think this out properly.
Bearface
Female | Warrior | Interested in N/A | With Rainwhisker, Marbledream, Paleheart, Wildfire
Bearface looked to Rainwhisker once more, then to the commotion going on. "Yes, we're strong. But perhaps it's our cue to help." Bearface said. She was strong, and she would be strong. Bearface got to her paws, her blue eyes observant like her father's own. Bearface padded over to Wildfire, hoping that Rainwhisker would do the same. Yarrowkit had finally fallen asleep and would remain in his position until awoken most likely. Treading paws never bothered him. "Paleheart, can I help you in any way? I feel it I owe you." Bearface mewed to the she-cat.
