❦MιƨтƆℓαи❦ {Accepting} ~Semi~Lit~

[saorsa-]

((Not sure how much I will be on today...))

[Kertii.Bell]

~Maplepelt~

Maplepelt padded out of the Warriors Den and gazed around the camp. She sniffed, the smell of Green-leaf filled her nose, smell of rain and leaves filled the air. She looked at the waterfall where Buzzardflight stood and bounced toward him. " Hey, do you want to go hunting with me, we're running short of prey?", she asked and flicked her tail.

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

((Back!))

[Whitesnake]

[Did Buzzardflight's patrol ever leave? Because I've been waiting a couple days...And still nothing. I'm going to have Venomfrost go hunting on her own if the patrol doesn't leave soon >.>]

[saorsa-]

((Here.. ))

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

((Here!!)

[saorsa-]

((Why, Hello! xD))

[Whitesnake]

[Roleplay Silversky? (: ]

Venomfrost

She sighed, licking her paw and drawing it over her ear. She flicked her ears back, figuring this patrol would never leave. Perhaps hunting with another cat was a better idea. She scanned the camp with her icy aquamarine eyes, flicking her tail over her paws. She hadn't the idea of whom to go hunting with, so she stood up, habitually shaking out her pelt before walking to a small, flat boulder. She leaped atop it, although it was more of an awkward hop since the rock was lower to the ground than she thought, and turned around before plopping down in her side. If she was waiting for a request to go hunting, she might as well sun herself. She thought bluntly, her tail flicking with uncurbed boredom.

[FLiGHT]

Streamspell;Camp/Possibly Forest:

Her once serene teal eyes blazed in agitation at the silence that hung in the air, and whirled around, stalking off and mumbling under her breath, "Am I invisible or something? Whatever, I'll go hunting on my own whether I get permission or not.Something startled her though as she reached the entrance, and Streamspell halted dead in her tracks. A tom (Falcontail) that obviously wasn't of Mistclan slid stealthily into their camp without even the slightest hint of being noticed. He didn't scent of Mistclan, nor did he seem at all familliar to her. With a hiss of defense, the silky blue-grey she-cat traipsed over with her tail high in the air and a demanding air wreathed about her. She was debating internally whether or not she should try pinning the tom, but eventually decided that it wasn't worth it-- he seemed peaceful enough. Streamspell's aqua gaze was trained on the amber colored tom as she stopped in her jaunt, her hackles raised in the slightest. In her usual eloquent voice, she queried with slitted eyes, "what is your business tom, parading into Mistclan camp without even stopping to warn anyone? Have you no sense? You're lucky I showed up instead of one of the more hostile cats."

[saorsa-]

((Sure! ))

Falcontail allowed a low chuckle. His tipped his head a bit to one side to look at her, his tail tip twitching. "I waited for a day or so, around the border, but no one came." He blinked and looked around the camp, taking it all in. Heaving a sigh, he leaned back on his haunches and wrapped his bushy tail around his paws. Flicking his ears he looked at the she-cat and wondered what her name was. Deciding to let her respond to his first remark before speaking again, he stayed silent.