(Hey, just wanted to let you guys know I'm travelling today! I'll be away until Monday, but until then I'll try and make time to post at least once a day! I apologize in advance and will do my best to keep my characters active and involved without holding anyone up. c:
Also, I was thinking after this patrol I'll send Beetail to see her brother, and that's when she can find out she's pregnant.)
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Snowfoot ❆ 51 moons ❆ ♂ ❆ Apprentice: Shadowpaw ❆ Mate/Crush: ❆ Tags: Pinecoat"ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ -
S n o w f o o t arched his back, standing up. The white-footed tom had been sitting still since dawn, having sent the dawn patrol out and then settled down to watch over camp. Now, he supposed, it was time for a hunting patrol. His gaze flicked to Leafstar. She passed him quickly, offering a dip of her head before disappearing into Quillheart’s den. Wonder what that’s about? Snowfoot’s head tipped curiously, but only for a moment - then he gave it a quick shake and faced the camp once more. It was quite the homey place, though it did look smaller now that all of the Clan was bustling under the gorse ceiling. His eyes then trailed to the apprentices’ den. He hadn’t caught sight of Shadowpaw’s pelt this morning. He had been training the young queen for three moons, and often had her up to send along with the dawn patrol, but not this morning. Today, he would let her sleep in.
Gaze flicking swiftly along camp in a brief headcount, Snowfoot’s eyes settled on Pinecoat. The deputy padded towards him at once, waving his tail and offering a friendly smile. “Mornin’, Pinecoat,” Snowfoot said with a dip of his head to greet the warrior. “Would you mind taking out a hunting patrol? Take Wavecaller, Beetail, and her apprentice Cloudpaw. Don’t go too far, though. I don’t like sending the apprentices anywhere too dangerous.” Their territory was, despite all of its lush offerings, overrun with danger. But what could they do? It had been LuckClan’s home for seasons.
ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ."
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Crowshade ✰ 51 moons ✰ ♂ ✰ Apprentice: Gorsepaw ✰ Mate/Crush: ✰ Tags: Gorsepaw, Mistpaw "'ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥,
C r o w s h a d e wasn’t one to waste time. He had gone hunting early, very early, and was now walking into camp with a plump rabbit and a pretty bluejay clamped between his jaws. He dropped them into the pray pile and shook out his pelt, which had become damp with morning dew. Surveying his catch for a moment, Crowshade leaned and plucked the prettiest feather from the bird he’d killed. He then turned and padded to the warriors’ den, squeezing under the bush. Roomier inside he found his nest quickly and threaded the feather through a bit of moss. His nest was cluttered with these things: pretty feathers, shiny stones surrounding it, wilting flowers. Crowshade was one to collect tokens such as these, but unfortunately, he always found himself with no one to give them too. A small sigh slipped through his muzzle at the thought.
The tom left the warriors’ den, not in the mood to be sad about his lack of romantic endeavors. He spotted his apprentice Gorsepaw chatting with a peer. Crowshade padded towards them “Gorsepaw, Mistpaw,” he muttered, giving a curt nod to greet them. The black-and-white tom flick his tail towards the camp entrance. “Come on, Gorsepaw - we’re going to practice your battle techniques, and I have a new one to show you.”
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝."
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Loachscar ➳ 20 moons ➳ ♀ ➳ Apprentice: ➳ Mate/Crush: ➳ Tags: Silvertail, Marigoldmask, Nightpaw"ℝ𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖;
T h e sleek tabby’s jaws were parted slightly as the patrol padded along the border. Her ears were angled forward - the notched one twitching occasionally - and alert, focused on any sound that might cross them. There was something about the dawn patrol that Loachscar just didn’t like, though she couldn’t put a paw on what it was. Perhaps the territory just seemed spookier at night to the young warrior.
Loachscar didn’t lead the patrol - no, she hung around the back, making sure to stay within sight of her Clanmates. The warrior sidled up to Silvertail, occasionally glancing back to make sure Nightpaw was still with them.
𝕀𝕥 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘."
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Beetail ✟ 27 moons ✟ ♀ ✟ Apprentice: Cloudpaw ✟ Mate: Streamcloud ✟ Tags: Open"𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝐼'𝓂 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈,
T h e ring-tailed tabby padded from the warriors’ den. She had found herself sleeping in more than usually lately, and she felt tired often, though she had not the faintest why. She initially padded towards Quillheart’s den, intent on asking her brother for something to give her a bit of strength for today’s tasks and to perhaps assess her health, though she stopped when she saw Leafstar’s tail disappearing into it. Her own drooped in disappointment and instead the warrior headed towards the apprentices’ den. She settled down a bit away from it, her tail hanging loosely out beside her rather than wrapping around her paws, and watched the apprentices. Soon she knew she would have to gather Cloudpaw and head out for training, but for now, Beetail was content with letting her apprentice have a bit more social time with his peers.
𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈."
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Snakescar ♜ 39 moons ♜ ♂ ♜ Apprentice: Adderpaw ♜ Crush/Mate: ♜ Tags: Weakpaw, Adderpaw"ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪғ ɪ sᴛʀᴜɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ?
S n a k e s c a r was an early riser. Before the dawn patrol had left, he’d gone to do his own check of the western border, leaving fresh markers. On the way back he’d managed to catch a crow, as well, which he had long ago dropped in the pile. Impatiently the tom had been sitting outside of the apprentices’ den, his tail tip twitching in irritation. When Beetail had settled opposite of him that had been the final straw - he was not in the mood to socialize with his Clanmates. Poking his head in the den, Snakescar opened his mouth, but before he could say anything his scent indicated his arrival and a growl rumbled towards him. The tabby pinned back his scarred ears, trying to ignore his daughter’s hostility towards him, and snapped, “Adderpaw! Are you going to sleep all day?” Annoyance was thick in his tone.
ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ."
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Weakpaw ♛ 10 moons ♛ ♀ ♛ Mentor: Emberflame ♛ Mate/Crush: ♛ Tags: Snakescar, Open"𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔤𝔬, 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡,
W e a k p a w had been lounging in her nest, taking a moment to catch her breath. She had slept late, and she hated it - but she had also not slept well. Her chest had been giving her fits during the night, the ache keeping her from being comfortable. She knew she should go see Quillheart, ask for something to help with the pain, but in Weakpaw’s eyes he was a last resort. Every warrior had to live with pain, and the small tortoiseshell intended to be the strongest of them all. A familiar scent caught her tongue - Snakescar. Instinctively a growl scratched its way out of her throat, and she saw the tabby’s frame change as his ears pinned back. It was the last shove Weakpaw needed.
Rising to her paws, the tortoiseshell pinned her own ears back. She stalked by Snakescar and out into the camp, casting a sideways glare at him as she went. Her honey-golden eyes adjusted to the sun, surprised after the long stint within the shadowed den, and she saw that camp was bustling. She kept herself a bit away from her peers as she settled down, tucking her paws underneath herself, to wait for her mentor’s instruction.
ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔩𝔶 - ℑ'𝔪 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫' 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫."