AlbatrossPaw (Dawn)
Nonbinary | 12 moons | Wound Healer Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | CraneMask | #CraneMask
AlbatrossPaw made a rumbling noise in their throat, something akin to a mix of a hum and a purr, though it was off tune and scratchy. "Haven't left the den yet," they meowed in their rough, patchy voice, split heterochromatic eyes trailing the den before landing outside once more, taking in the sight of the clan beginning to wake up and venture out into the storm. "Plague healers will have their paws full." The cat murmured, almost inaudible.
TealSky
Tom | 28 moons | Warrior | Pansexual | Crush: Open | ChickadeePaw | #__
TealSky tossed in his nest, body becoming stiff and sore as he laid down in a sleeping position far too long after he has woken up. He grumbled to himself lightly, blue eyes glaring at the den entrance, daggers stabbing at the rain. He hated the rain. It's not that he hated getting wet, it was that he hated getting wet involuntarily. In fact, he hated anything that he didn't get to consent to. Being put on patrol without asking, his apprentice dragging him around everywhere, ticks in his fur, and anything similar.
ShrikePaw (Fall)
Nonbinary | 10 moons | Apprentice | Pansexual | Crush: Open | PheasantFeather | #ChickadeePaw
ShrikePaw shuffled their paws thoughtfully, casting their deep orange eyes down to their white furred paws. They were no therapist, so they weren't exactly the best cat to have analyze your feelings, but they liked to think that if they were good at anything, it was reading other cats and understanding their feelings and motives. "Perhaps you've grown to like him, instead?" They suggested, whiskers twitching as they spoke, voice still soft and low toned. "Maybe it's a fond feeling instead of a negative one such as jealousy. If you get nervous and jittery around JayPaw, that might be it instead." It was only a suggestion, as ShrikePaw only had so much to go off of, but they had a feeling they were getting closer to the true cause.
KiteKit (Fire)
Tom | 4 moons | Kit | Homoflexible | Crush: Open | x | #Kits, Queens, EagleStorm
KiteKit's ears flattened against his head as FalconKit berated him, green-ringed golden eyes wavering as he stared her down, waiting for an attack of opportunity against him. When she only dropped the mouse he was sharing with StarlingKit beside him, his muscles relaxed slightly, and he gave her a swift nod. "Th-Thank you," he whispered, eyes wide when she accused him of abandoning his prey to DogClan. "N-Never!" He squeaked in retaliation, but she was far gone by the time he had responded, and he was sure that even if she did hear him, she would make no come back for the time being. The rusty tom took this time to finish his fill of the mouse, not being able to eat it all as he has always had a small appetite, probably why he was the smallest of the kits, before picking it up and dropping it to the side of the nest, hoping StarlingKit would come back and finish it off. He looked towards the gathering of kits to the side of the Nursery, curious about what they were talking about, but also afraid to approach and join in, especially since FalconKit was there and he could go another hour or so without listening to her complain about him.
Python
Tom | 9 moons | Trainee | Demisexual | Crush: Open | Parch | #Parch, Silver, Rouge
Python hummed happily as he trotted after Parch, a sense of pride burning in his chest as he followed him. He always felt proud of his mentor, as different as that sounds. Normally, the mentor was supposed to be proud of their trainee, but in this round, Python couldn't help but admire and swell with pride whenever his mentor was around, as if he was bragging to himself over how great Parch was. Chuckling to himself over his silly thoughts, he caught Rouge staring at him, and flashed her an excited smile. Knowing Rogue, she was probably analyzing him and trying to read his thoughts and feelings, to which he didn't mind, though it was a bit weird to catch her in the act. To show that he was doing his part, he took his nose to the air to attempt to sniff out any prey, though all his scent glands could catch was mud and water, maybe a hint of bird, but those were high in their nests and nearly impossible to catch in this weather.
