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โโก L I O N F A N G.
[tom] [39 moons] [tortured soul] [relationship: Darkfall]
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โโก L I O N F A N G.
[tom] [39 moons] [tortured soul] [relationship: Darkfall]
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- โLIONFANG stifled a dry chuckle attempt at a battle move. "I've seen worse. But before you begin any offensive and defensive practice, I'm going to teach you the ways of being a hunter. These skills are priceless and often help warriors with their fighting skills. Come." the pale orange tom descended easily into the hollow, his big paws stirring up a bit of the dry dust around them. Slowly, the hunter turned to face his apprentice. "What do you think a hunter's crouch looks like?" he pressed, wanting Bramblepaw to feel comfortable enough around him to try things whether or not he truly knew how to perform them.
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โโก W R E N T A L O N.
[she-cat] [39 moons] [thoughtful observer] [relationship: Sagewhisper]
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โโก W R E N T A L O N.
[she-cat] [39 moons] [thoughtful observer] [relationship: Sagewhisper]
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- โWRENTALON caught her leader's gaze, offering her nothing more than a curt nod of acknowledgment. The pretty calico she-cat rose to her white paws, her slender body weaving amongst her clanmates as she approached high rock. The deputy settled at the foot of the outcrop, her head held high and her thick tail draped daintily over her front paws. With green eyes alert, she quickly found the most familiar faces among the crowd. Though the announcement may be met with some backlash from a select few, Wrentalon knew in her heart that it was a correct decision on Quietstar's part. The clan was thriving, so why should cats be forced to be mates with a gender they may not be attracted to? So long as they had kits to carry the future of the clan, the deputy had no qualms.
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โโก E A G L E F R O S T.
[tom ] [39 moons] [strong, silent type] [relationship: Quietstar]
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โโก E A G L E F R O S T.
[tom ] [39 moons] [strong, silent type] [relationship: Quietstar]
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- โEAGLEFROST spotted Oceankit from the corner of his fierce green eyes, a smirk dancing across his muzzle. It was clear as day that the young she-kit couldn't be bothered by the meeting, and would much rather be practicing. A cat after his own heart. The gargantuan flame-colored warrior rested his tail lightly along her shoulders, wanting to ease the kit's anxious nature. "It will be over soon. And then we can return to practicing." he murmured softly, hoping to appease the stubborn gray bundle of fur. The burly tom turned back to his mate as she addressed the clan, his only signs of acknowledgment a gentle twitch of his ear. As the clan meeting began to wind down a bit, knowing that the remainder of this time didn't apply to him, the father rose to his white paws, turning his attention back to his three precious offspring. "Would you like to practice pouncing next?" he mused.
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โโก B R A M B L E S T O R M.
[tom] [44 moons] [prickly cactus] [relationship: Venomstorm]
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โโก B R A M B L E S T O R M.
[tom] [44 moons] [prickly cactus] [relationship: Venomstorm]
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- โBRAMBLESTORM--Open
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โโก C R O W T H R O A T.
[tom] [44 moons] [docile crocodile] [relationship:Otterstep]
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โโก C R O W T H R O A T.
[tom] [44 moons] [docile crocodile] [relationship:Otterstep]
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- โCROWTHROAT watched on silently as his mate scooped the small tom delicately into her jaws. The hunter already felt a tender affection for the young kit, and had already resolved to fight for the kit's right to stay. The tall bengal tom-cat met the slender brown she-cat's earnest gaze, a simple nod of agreement sufficing. Following loyally after the queen, he pulled to a halt alongside her, offering her a passive glance and small lick on the ear before pushing a bit closer in order to garner the leader's attention. The senior hunter took a steadying breath, his teal eyes boring down with only slight interest on the newcomers. Tail twitching anxiously, he bounced from paw to paw. The senior hunter watched with impatience as Quietstar slipped past him in order to ascend the rock face. He would simply have to catch her after the meeting had come to a close. The bengal moved back to Otterstep's side, running his long tail along her spine reassure the both of them.
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โโก M A P L E K I T.
[she-cat] [newborn] [quiet watcher] [relationship:n/a]
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โโก M A P L E K I T.
[she-cat] [newborn] [quiet watcher] [relationship:n/a]
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- โMAPLEKIT sat patiently as her round and curious blue eyes never left her mother's soft gray pelt. Though she didn't quite understand what was happening, she was absorbed in the power her mother commanded through her voice alone. The timid runt of the litter looked up to the leader of the clan in more ways that one, determined to develop such strength and poise as she aged. The smallest of the three kits broke her trance as the meeting appeared to be coming to a close, her twinkling eyes settling on her siblings instead. Offering them a mischievous grin, the few moments of peace and calm were over and it was time to get back to work. Leaping forward, she assumed a hunter's crouch, or at least what she thought was an acceptable version. As her fluffy tail lashed back and forth, a tiny growl rumbled in her throat.
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โโก B E A R H E A R T.
[tom] [15 moons] [hothead] [relationship:n/a]
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โโก B E A R H E A R T.
[tom] [15 moons] [hothead] [relationship:n/a]
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- โBEARHEART paused momentarily in his steady rhythm, turning to fully face the pretty hunter."We can discuss whatever you'd like to."he responded placidly, drawing a bit closer to the she-cat. Assuming this would be more than a few words shared between them, the burly ashen tom lowered himself onto his haunches, wanting to be as comfortable as possible. The young warrior drew his thick tail over his front paws, looking across at Amberpool with his head tilted slightly in interest. No malice or anger flared in his pale green eyes as he offered her the chance to speak first.