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♚‡ H A W K F R O S T.
[tom ] [21 moons] [strong, silent type] [relationship:n/a]
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♚‡ H A W K F R O S T.
[tom ] [21 moons] [strong, silent type] [relationship:n/a]
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- ☞HAWKFROST swallowed a sharp retort, instead allowing Echosong's obvious dig to roll off his shoulders. The tom met the she-cat's glance full on, his head and tell held tall, green eyes unwavering. She would find no remorse or weakness here. Once the only slightly older warrior resumed the patrol, Hakwforst fell in towards the rear of the group, glancing to his side to ensure that his own apprentice was keeping stride. "I don't know how a petulant kit can expect to become a warrior if they can't even obey the simple order of a border patrol." he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for his own ears to register. Shoulders hunched, the flame colored tom stalked onwards with long, purposeful strides. After a few moments of painfully stony silence, Hawkfrost turned to Lakepaw, deciding to make the most of their opportunities and turn one apprentice’s failings into another apprentice’s chance to learn. ”Lakepaw.” he called out to the she-cat, his voice strong, no malice hiding behind it. ”How would you like to mark the border for us?” he suggested, not waiting for a response from Echosong. The strong warrior cast a fleeting glance over his shoulder at the other three cats, his green eyes lingering on Sandpaw for a moment longer than the other two before he turned to face the border.
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♚‡ C R O W P A W.
[tom ] [9 moons] [resilient soul] [relationship:n/a]
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♚‡ C R O W P A W.
[tom ] [9 moons] [resilient soul] [relationship:n/a]
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- ☞CROWPAW felt relief wash over him as his mentor supported his claim. At least one cat believed in him. Bitter memories of his father came flooding and the young tom hissed under his breath, forcing the darkness back down. The apprentice was determined not to let his father's faults define or overshadow him. "our den after the patrol returns. Got it. Have a nice nap!" the big tom mewed happily after Swiftstar. Crowpaw watched his mentor until she disappeared into her den before turning to find some other cat to pester with his friendliness.
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♚‡ A S P E N C L O U D.
[ tom] [27 moons] [thoughtful observer] [relationship:n/a]
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♚‡ A S P E N C L O U D.
[ tom] [27 moons] [thoughtful observer] [relationship:n/a]
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- ☞ASPENCLOUD cracked a lopsided, turning to face Graymist with his head cocked to the side. "I don't think being deputy guarantees me an apprentice, unfortunately." he chuckled, though he had to admit he thought of himself as a fairly qualified warrior for the job. Just over the small she-cat's shoulder, he caught sight of Robincall dragging himself across the clearing. The deputy quickly rose to his paws, taking a few steps in the warrior's direction should he need help. The slender black tom waited to continue their conversation until he knew the other tom was safe. Warily, he returned to the pretty she-cat's side, continuously glancing at Robincall. "Sorry about that." he murmured, ears twitching apologetically. Returning to his happier mood, the sleek warrior nodded enthusiastically. "I'm really looking forward to it." he agreed easily, hoping he'd get the opportunity sooner rather than later. Their conversation transitioned to Swallowpaw and Aspencloud snorted at the mention of the young tom's infatuation with Sandpaw. "Even a blind cat could see the he has a crush on her. It's so painfully obvious, but she seems oblivious. Although, I think she may have her eyes set on a young warrior." he mused, grinning.
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♚‡ B I R C H P A W.
[she-cat] [10 moons] [delicate flower] [relationship:n/a]
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♚‡ B I R C H P A W.
[she-cat] [10 moons] [delicate flower] [relationship:n/a]
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- ☞BIRCHPAW snorted lightly at Silvermist's enthusiasm, rolling her pale blue eyes at the older she-cat. Her mentor was perhaps more invigorated by the workload than even she was. The apprentice wordlessly followed the gray she-cat's gaze, eyes narrowing in concern as she caught sight of Robincall dragging his limp lower half towards the fresh-kill pile. A frown settled along her nuzzle, her heart pounding as the nerves began to build. Contrary to her belief, the older tom made it without too much commotion. Relaxing slightly, Birchpaw turned all of her attention to Silvermist, scooting closer to offer the older she-cat a bit of comfort as their pelts brushed together.