Sheepfeather
182 moons | Elder | Elder's den | form where he's untouchable (inactive) | Tags: Rootwhisker, Lostwatcher
"I was considering going for a hunt, later." Sheepfeather mentioned casually as he ate his pigeon. "I might be old, but I'm not useless. Perhaps you'd like to come with me, Rootwhisker? And I think you could use a walk, Lostwatcher." in reality, Sheepfeather just wanted to be out of Pantherclaw's sight, and safety in numbers was.. well, it was a possibility. He knew he could just as well be inviting his own murderers to the perfect place to catch him, but he had confidence in his den mates. If worst comes to worst, he always had his powers, anyway!
Pantherclaw
38 moons | warrior | Camp | future prediction | Tags: Crowscreech
Pantherclaw murmured a reluctant greeting to Crowscreech as he waited for the rest of the patrol - just dewsong, it would seem - to gather, glaring at the crow perched upon the other warriors back. What a vile creature to carry around with you - Pantherclaw doubted he'd even eat the animal. "Is carrying that live prey around on your back absolutely necessary, Crowscreech? It'll be a nuisance." he grumbled.
Falleneye
47 moons | Medicine cat | Forest | Can induce phobias for up to an hour (inactive) Tags: Eveningpaw, Sharppaw
Noticing Eveningpaw and Sharppaw's discomfort, Falleneye decided he'd rather reveal himself then be found. He stepped out of the bushes and approached his apprentice from behind, meowing calmly "Sensing what you're apparently too stupid to. Powers or not, you should know when someone's watching you." He sat down and swiped his tongue over his paw, though his gaze stuck on Sharppaw. He didn't trust the apprentice would take to his presence very well, and Falleneye disliked his emotions being sensed so easily.
Tornpool
40 moons | Queen | Camp | Summon a shield | Tags: Open
Tornpool felt her stomach rumble and rose to her paws, stretching and yawning. She was heavily expecting, so each paw step towards the the fresh kill pile was slower than usual - and slower than safe. As she reluctantly plucked a vole up to eat, her mind floated along to birdtalon and made her shiver. What if her kits awaited the same fate as Birdtalon's..? No. They wouldn't. She would be absolutely sure of it. Growing uncomfortable with her surroundings, she slipped out of camp.