- ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๏ผ ๏ผ โ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐
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- ใ gender: tomcat ใใ rank: leader ใ ใ arr. mate: stoneheart ใ ใ age: 64 moons ใ ใ loc. : camp ใใ tags: stormheart, fogsplash, palebird / mentions stoneheart ใ
- As his clan mates began to trickle from their dens, Bogstar rose to his paws with a final deep-bodied stretch. He hoped to see his deputy among the many that slipped through the mouth of the warrior's den and when a voice sounded from his left he assumed his prayers had been answered. "Good morning Stormheart. Nothing out of the ordinary, no" the massive cat answered, an ear twitching slightly. His eyes teetered off from the molly in front of him, peering over her shoulder when he caught sight of Stoneheart, his assigned mate. As far as their relationship went, they both treated each other as good friends, their arranged pairing treated as a duty rather than a romance. Though a part of him was relieved that there were no feelings between the two at the moment, Bogstar couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt. Stoneheart deserved to be paired with a proper mate, one who could love her the way a she-cat should be loved.
A flash of white stirred him from his own mind and brought his attention back to his deputy. "I thought I'd take a patrol out to check the border by the moor. I'll take a few cats and you can assign whoever else to the other patrols" he nodded to Stormheart. He'd spied Fogsplash seated by the camp entrance a little while ago and figured he'd ask him to join him, along with Palebird who had approached the fluffy cat. "I'll just be taking Fogsplash and Palebird with me, that way there'll be plenty of bodies to fill up patrols" came the leader's gravely, baritone voice. With a last nod towards his deputy, he trudged off towards the two cats by the camp entrance.
"Fogsplash, Palebird. Good morning. I trust you two slept well?" came his greeting to the two warriors as he drew closer, closing the distance between the three of them. "I'm going to be heading out to check the moorland border, care to join me?" he questioned, his pale emerald eyes flicking between the tom and she-cat.
- ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๏ผ ๏ผ โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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- ใ gender: molly ใใ rank: warrior ใ ใ arr. mate: stagfell ใ ใ age: 37 moons ใใ app: elkpaw ใ ใ loc. : camp ใใ tags: stagfell / mentions elkpaw ใ
- A soft purr bounced up from her chest as the large pale ginger warrior gestured for her to have the first bite of the hare she'd retrieved for the two of them. Summitcrow liked to find any time she could among busy days to spend with Stagfell, getting to know him on a more intimate level than perhaps they had previously known each other on when they were just clan mates, before their arrangement was made. She was beginning to learn more and more about him as time passed and she was finding it a little ironic that she disliked the whole idea of arranged mates but had begun to grown more fond of who she was paired with each day. The blue-grey molly lowered her head and took a bite of the warm flesh, chewing and swallowing as Stagfell spoke. "A patrol sounds nice actually. I'm sure Elkpaw won't mind me pushing our training back to a little later" Summitcrow answered as her tongue darted out to lick her maw.
She had spotted the pale coat of her apprentice a little ways away with another fellow apprentice, Amberpaw. Summitcrow would be sure to let her apprentice know that their training session would have to wait until she returned from patrol. Pale yellow eyes flicked up towards Stagefell's face and she nudged the rabbit towards him, encouraging him to eat. "So how did you sleep?" she asked as she sat down beside him. She wasn't very good at starting conversations for the most part, which often made her feel nervous around Stagfell who was so easy going, but when she realized how easy he was to talk to she felt more at ease with him.
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- ใ gender: tom ใใ rank: apprentice ใ ใ arr. mate: mushroompaw ใ ใ age: 10 moons ใใ mentor: bearclaw ใใ loc. : medicine den ใใ tags: taigapine, whisperpaw ใ
- He stood there for a couple heartbeats in an uncomfortable stance - not that any position was comfortable thanks to the churning and tightness in his belly - and his shoulders loosened in relief once Taigapine's slender frame moved into sight form another part of the den. The apprentice held in the grumble that was poised on the tip of his tongue once the older medicine cat spoke, the concealed reprimand evident in her voice only to him due to hearing it so often. He wanted to defend himself, to point out that he couldn't help it if his stomach decided to act up at the tiniest bit of food, but he held it back on account of Taigapine. She'd always helped him out since it was usually she who was around when he made his frequent visits because of his frail stomach.
Ears still flattened out to the sides in discomfort, the sandy brown apprentice nodded his head as he followed the she-cat deeper into the den, passing Doepaw and Whisperpaw on the way. He'd heard the greeting from Whisperpaw and simply faintly nodded his head, not up for much conversation at that moment. His stomach aches always put him in a sour mood, even sourer than usual, and he didn't want to snap at either of the other apprentices. So that nod confirmed her guess that it was his belly that landed him here yet again. Without saying much he continued to trudge after Taigapine until the reached the back of the den. "Am I getting the same stuff as usual?" he asked as he slowly sat down, careful not to cause his stomach anymore churning. "If this keeps up I won't be able to eat anything but berries..." he grumbled under his breath, nose scrunching up in distaste.