Gardenia
The leader hardly even glanced at Lillypaw as she walked past the apprentice. She'd get to that when she had time later but she needed to do this now. Her eyes flicked over Moonfire as he walked out of the medicine cat den and twitched her ear before brushing past him. She approached the den and peeked inside before dropping the prey outside the mouth of the den. Her eyes drifted from each cat in the small area, from Howlfrost to Bubblingbrook to Goldenheart before stopping on Flamefoot and that... creature at his paws. Her pupils constricted and the fur along her spine stood up. "What's going on in here?" She asked calmly, eyes not leaving the small tabby kit at the tom's paws.
Hawkwhispers
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Cinnamonpaw
Blue-green eyes widened when Gardenia allowed Lillypaw to leave camp without a word... She must be pretty focused on something if she wasn't stopping to rip someone to ribbons over "ignoring her laws". He blinked and hurried along, running to keep up with Strikestep. He was staying silent, not giving Shatteredheart any reason to try and train him, one-on-one, and excessively to the point of collapse. When Lillypaw climbed the tree and jumped out, landing in the leaves. He looked back and forth between his mentor and Shatteredheart just before the white tom walked off, sitting down and watching him disappear into the forest. Great... He thought before looking over at Lostgaze as she stormed up. At her question, he stepped forward and nodded. "I'll bring it back for you Lillypaw. I'll let Gardenia know you caught it too!" He chirped, glancing sideways at the angry tom to his side.
Flamefoot
The tortie tom stiffened when Gardenia walked into the medicine cat den, despite expecting her to be showing up. He glanced between Bubblingbrook and Goldenheart quickly before looking at Gardenia. "Uh..." He dug his claws into the dirt for a second, not knowing if he should lie and say Goldenheart and Howlfrost had a kit. He looked to the three others for help.
Antlerstream
The tan and black tabby tom slipped out of camp as discretely as he could, right as Howlfrost and Gardenia were leaving camp. He slipped through the forest silently and made his way to the Spirit River, closer to the Forest of No Return than to camp. He slipped into the water easily and paddled easily across the calm waters. He came onto the riverbank before making his way along the bank and through some trees. When he emerged, he spotted a black molly from behind and crouched, slinking his way forward. After a few moments of silently observing, he lunged and landed in the dirt next to her. "Hey Dawnclaw!" He purred, rolling onto his back and blinking at her sweetly.
Rushgorge
The single eyed tom sat in the shadows of the leaders den, his one eye glinting in the rising sunlight. He watched his oldest son, Flamefoot, carry a squealing bundle of disappointment in his maw and made his way to the medicine cat den. He growled and narrowed his eye, eye flicking over to Gardenia as she came in a few minutes later and ignored the patrol as it took a she-cat, a kit-bearer of all things, out to go and hunt like a tom. This Clan could do with a stronger leader, better than the pathetic molly he blindly followed two moons ago.
Rushwillow
The ginger tom slept restlessly in the warriors den.
{I'm sorry, i'm running out of things to say, ooof}
The leader hardly even glanced at Lillypaw as she walked past the apprentice. She'd get to that when she had time later but she needed to do this now. Her eyes flicked over Moonfire as he walked out of the medicine cat den and twitched her ear before brushing past him. She approached the den and peeked inside before dropping the prey outside the mouth of the den. Her eyes drifted from each cat in the small area, from Howlfrost to Bubblingbrook to Goldenheart before stopping on Flamefoot and that... creature at his paws. Her pupils constricted and the fur along her spine stood up. "What's going on in here?" She asked calmly, eyes not leaving the small tabby kit at the tom's paws.
Hawkwhispers
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Cinnamonpaw
Blue-green eyes widened when Gardenia allowed Lillypaw to leave camp without a word... She must be pretty focused on something if she wasn't stopping to rip someone to ribbons over "ignoring her laws". He blinked and hurried along, running to keep up with Strikestep. He was staying silent, not giving Shatteredheart any reason to try and train him, one-on-one, and excessively to the point of collapse. When Lillypaw climbed the tree and jumped out, landing in the leaves. He looked back and forth between his mentor and Shatteredheart just before the white tom walked off, sitting down and watching him disappear into the forest. Great... He thought before looking over at Lostgaze as she stormed up. At her question, he stepped forward and nodded. "I'll bring it back for you Lillypaw. I'll let Gardenia know you caught it too!" He chirped, glancing sideways at the angry tom to his side.
Flamefoot
The tortie tom stiffened when Gardenia walked into the medicine cat den, despite expecting her to be showing up. He glanced between Bubblingbrook and Goldenheart quickly before looking at Gardenia. "Uh..." He dug his claws into the dirt for a second, not knowing if he should lie and say Goldenheart and Howlfrost had a kit. He looked to the three others for help.
Antlerstream
The tan and black tabby tom slipped out of camp as discretely as he could, right as Howlfrost and Gardenia were leaving camp. He slipped through the forest silently and made his way to the Spirit River, closer to the Forest of No Return than to camp. He slipped into the water easily and paddled easily across the calm waters. He came onto the riverbank before making his way along the bank and through some trees. When he emerged, he spotted a black molly from behind and crouched, slinking his way forward. After a few moments of silently observing, he lunged and landed in the dirt next to her. "Hey Dawnclaw!" He purred, rolling onto his back and blinking at her sweetly.
Rushgorge
The single eyed tom sat in the shadows of the leaders den, his one eye glinting in the rising sunlight. He watched his oldest son, Flamefoot, carry a squealing bundle of disappointment in his maw and made his way to the medicine cat den. He growled and narrowed his eye, eye flicking over to Gardenia as she came in a few minutes later and ignored the patrol as it took a she-cat, a kit-bearer of all things, out to go and hunt like a tom. This Clan could do with a stronger leader, better than the pathetic molly he blindly followed two moons ago.
Rushwillow
The ginger tom slept restlessly in the warriors den.
{I'm sorry, i'm running out of things to say, ooof}
