Lichenstorm ♂
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Warrior ~ 38 moons ~ Crushless ~ Tags→None
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Warrior ~ 38 moons ~ Crushless ~ Tags→None
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Flexing his claws as he begins to wake, the sandy brown tom let’s out a silent yawn. It’d been a long night but thankfully the moonhigh hunting patrol had been lucky with prey and ended swiftly. Rising from his nest, his pelt only needed a few swift licks too look groomed before leaving the den. Several cats were already up and about, he’d likely have to wait for a patrol to be assigned; or make one himself.
Vervainclaw ♀
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Warrior ~ 26 moons ~ Crushless ~ Tags→None
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Warrior ~ 26 moons ~ Crushless ~ Tags→None
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The grey she-cat spent her early morning picking at her long fur very intently. Knots, pieces of moss and small leaves were washed and pulled from her fur daily. It wasn’t easy being a dirt magnet, but at least her nights were never too cold. Her ears prick up at the voices now ringing about camp, taking little mental notes of the warriors who were awake. Eventually she’d try to team up with some cat and take Foxpaw hunting; the young cat was getting closer to her Warrior assessment everyday!
Spidertail ♂
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Rogue ~ 17 moons ~ Crushless ~ Tags→None
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Rogue ~ 17 moons ~ Crushless ~ Tags→None
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He stood at the cliff side with a lizard dangling from his jaws. The ocean crashed far below, and somewhere along the beach to the east he knew those silly clan cats were hardly starting their day. Rule one of not getting caught, know your enemy... With his kill secure and no signs of a patrol, he takes his leave from the dangerous plummet to see if he might find another sleeping hollow outside the border. Rule two was to keep moving, roll in fresh grass or leaves and not be found at the same den you came from. As much as he loved messing with the clan cats, he also loved learned from them.