



โ๏ธDawnpawโ๏ธFemale/Apprentice/16 moons/Mood: Neutral/Tags: Open
Dawnpaw shifted uncomfortably in her nest, The darn thing was too small for her now. She was full grown and almost done with her training. She hurt her head as a kit and she tended to have a bad memory at times. Sighing, she stood up and went outside. the crisp air felt good against her thick fur.


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one. Ripplepaw two. molly three. 11 moons four. mentor: Hailstrike five has short-term memory loss six. crush: open seven. app tags. Hailstrike , Tinymoon, Spiderfang, Softpatch, Moonpaw, Swanpaw
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Ripplepaw let a purr rumble from her throat towards Hailstrike and she pressed her head against his shoulder, she let her ears perk towards her mentor as he spoke and her face seemed to light up at the thought of battle training. Ripplepaw performed exceptionally well when it came to battle- yet lacked with hunting. She paused though before she was beside who she believed to be Swanpaw, who was the same age as herself. "You're Swanpaw, right..?" Ripplepaw meowed with a warm smile, it was a genuine question. Not that Ripplepaw hadn't cared to know the she-cats name before but she simply couldn't recall her fellow apprentice's name despite the many times she's likely heard it. Ripplepaw, despite her friendly nature was alone more often than not due to her devotion to her training.
โข โโโโโโโ( โ ๏ผฉ๏ผฎ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผฉ)โโโโโโโ โ
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one. Inkeri two. molly three. 56 moons four. apprentices: med apps five assigned mate: forbidden? six. crush: none seven. meddy tags. Gorsehawk
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Inkeri was nearly about to take a swift bite from her meal before she eyed her fellow medicine cat, Gorsehawk. Inkeri was more of a cryptic and introverted feline- she was almost sure that no one in the clan knew of her estranged kits from her rogue life and she liked it that way. Her business was her business and it ought to stay that way. Still though the struggle remained that she ought to try and make allies within the clan, she wasn't oblivious to the fact that clan life was just as much of a social game as it was a trading game of sorts. Inkeri thus far had traded with the clan, they offer her food, a place to sleep, and protection and she offered them many moons of herbal medicine. The pudgy molly pulled herself to her paws, padding over to Gorsehawk with some fashion of a friendly smile, again she was never the social type but it was clear she was making an effort. She sat down and set the plump vole before her, looking up towards Gorsehawk with her ears perked. She leaned down and nudged the vole towards the molly, "Share?" She muttered out- Inkeri was a feline of few words unless absolutely necessary, for example when teaching herbs or instructing her patients.
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