tom. 28 moons. mentor to sirenpaw. mate to n/a.
mentions-- sirenpaw.
tags-- open.
- even if he had gone to sleep a decade early, nothing could have prepared him for awaking right at this moment in time. he still felt groggy. and aching. and, well, like utter crap. gray ear twitching, he owlishly blinked his eyes open. emitting a melodramatic internal hiss like a vampire emerging into the light. after a few moments of braving the pain of sunlight, he ultimately just turned over. sirenpaw could do with more rest anyway. training could wait for a little while. it wasn't like he had anything spectacular planned. the chic had more skill than he ever would have. but ah well.
WHITENOSE
tom. 52 moons. warrior. mentor to sootpaw. mate to n/a.
mentions-- sootpaw.
tags-- open.
- he'd probably been up since dawn. not necessarily doing anything in particular, i mean, it wasn't like he could. the dawn patrol had left just after he'd gotten himself up. and it wasn't like he cared much about walking out of camp all by his lonesome anyway. giving off a blank gaze, he pretty much just stared into the empty space before him. the soft snoring of the other clan warriors buzzed in his ears. becoming white noise in the background of his clambering thoughts. whitenose snorted, grunted for no apparent reason, and shifted his weight uncomfortably. now, all he really had to do was wait for sootpaw to get up.
FLOWERPAW
tom. 8 moons. med. cat app. apprentice to otternose. mate to n/a.
mentions-- otternose.
tags-- open.
- it was still odd waking up to silence. it was still outlandish to be awaken by the scent of honey, poppy, and burdock. blinking awake, he found himself staring at the wall of the medicine den at random. eyes wide, but mind in a complete state of ignorance; he simply laid there. motionless, and blank. he wasn't quite sure whether it was otternose's breath he was listening to. or whether it was someone elses'. a sound that spilled over from one dimension to the other. he blinked a few more times over. just kind of taking a moment to wink the sleep from his eyes and scrape the fuzz from his vision.
VULTUREPAW
tom. 8 moons. warr. app. apprentice to hawkeye. mate to n/a.
mentions-- n/a.
tags-- open.
- he'd only been an apprentice for a few moons as of now; and it already felt as if he ruled the world. being awake since what felt like dawn, but was really just ten minutes, give or take a few, before the majority stumbled away, he slipped his way from his nest, and crawled his way out of camp and into the pinelands. granted, he was aware it was a complete cliche. since, he's heard that many, many others have done exactly that when they were eager to do, well, something. however, that didn't seem to stop him any. now, his belly scraped along the pine floor. miscellaneous foliage clinging to his pelt as he coordinated his steps towards a small mouse. it was something pitiful. but, it was still prey. still a possible meal, or snack, whatever. ah well.