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E m b e r g l o w
/Molly/ * /48 moons/ * /Deputy/ * /Tags:Brakenstar and Feathercloud/
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E m b e r g l o w
/Molly/ * /48 moons/ * /Deputy/ * /Tags:Brakenstar and Feathercloud/
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Emberglow, previously inspecting the clouds to determine the chances of rain, padded up to Brackenstar.
Being the deputy, it was partly her responsibility to put patrols together and all around, keep Thicketclan organized and safe. Meowing a quiet greeting to her leader and Feathercloud, the tortoiseshell she-cat settled beside the older tom. She was intending to ask if he had anything particular he'd been planning for today. If not, she'd gather cats for the dawn patrol and shortly after, would put together a hunting patrol. However, Feathercloud had gotten to Brackenstar first so she'd just have to wait her turn. Like every other cat
Being the deputy, it was partly her responsibility to put patrols together and all around, keep Thicketclan organized and safe. Meowing a quiet greeting to her leader and Feathercloud, the tortoiseshell she-cat settled beside the older tom. She was intending to ask if he had anything particular he'd been planning for today. If not, she'd gather cats for the dawn patrol and shortly after, would put together a hunting patrol. However, Feathercloud had gotten to Brackenstar first so she'd just have to wait her turn. Like every other cat
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D r i z z l e p a w
/Tom/ * /8 moons/ * /Apprentice/ * /Tags:Open/
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D r i z z l e p a w
/Tom/ * /8 moons/ * /Apprentice/ * /Tags:Open/
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Drizzlepaw was utterly and completely exhausted.
He'd slept poorly last night, plagued by nothing in particular, but unable to stay asleep for long periods of time. Groaning, he rolled over the side of his nest and clambered to his paws. It could be worse, he could be Splashpaw. Drizzlepaw chuckled inwardly at that. Splashpaw, while a great brother, was a medicine cat apprentice.
Not that anything was wrong with that; but Drizzlepaw couldn't imagine himself happily collecting leaves for the rest of his days. The thought simply didn't seem appealing and whenever he visited Splashpaw, the stench of herbs nearly made him gag.
So yeah, losing a bit of sleep was nothing.
He'd slept poorly last night, plagued by nothing in particular, but unable to stay asleep for long periods of time. Groaning, he rolled over the side of his nest and clambered to his paws. It could be worse, he could be Splashpaw. Drizzlepaw chuckled inwardly at that. Splashpaw, while a great brother, was a medicine cat apprentice.
Not that anything was wrong with that; but Drizzlepaw couldn't imagine himself happily collecting leaves for the rest of his days. The thought simply didn't seem appealing and whenever he visited Splashpaw, the stench of herbs nearly made him gag.
So yeah, losing a bit of sleep was nothing.
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C r i c k e t k i t
/Tom/ * /4 moons/ * /Kit/ * /Tags:Open/
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C r i c k e t k i t
/Tom/ * /4 moons/ * /Kit/ * /Tags:Open/
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-Asleep-
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P e p p e r m i n t
/Molly/ * /14 moons/ * /Loner/ * /Tags:Open/
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P e p p e r m i n t
/Molly/ * /14 moons/ * /Loner/ * /Tags:Open/
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Peppermint, the ever solitary creature she is, wakes up at the crack of dawn.
The watery rays of sunlight just hardly peeking over the horizon make for perfect hunting, given her brightly colored pelt.
Being white and ginger, it was difficult to hunt in the dark as he pelt gave her away, but with everything bathed in a golden glow, Peppermint typically found herself to be a very successful hunter.
Stretched, Pepper shakes her coat out and emerges from her small den; tucked carefully into the bend of a stream.
She crouches down by the bank to wet her parched throat before setting off in search of food.
The watery rays of sunlight just hardly peeking over the horizon make for perfect hunting, given her brightly colored pelt.
Being white and ginger, it was difficult to hunt in the dark as he pelt gave her away, but with everything bathed in a golden glow, Peppermint typically found herself to be a very successful hunter.
Stretched, Pepper shakes her coat out and emerges from her small den; tucked carefully into the bend of a stream.
She crouches down by the bank to wet her parched throat before setting off in search of food.