BEETLEHEART
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female || deputy || 52 moons old || tagged; hawkthroat, adderstar, waspfur
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female || deputy || 52 moons old || tagged; hawkthroat, adderstar, waspfur
- Beetleheart was exhausted. Despite her trying and trying, tossing and turning, sleep rarely came to the molly, even stretched out beside her loving mate. Oftentimes, she found herself in the dark, staring at the soft brown pelt and wondering what would happen if he, like Adderstar's mate, passed away. She'd be devastated. But would she be as lost as her leader, sinking into a deep depression and unable to rise for quite some time? Shaking her head at the thought, she finally gave into the morning and rose on four sturdy limbs, yawning as she exited the den. Like most mornings, she left Hawkthroat to snooze.
Immediately, she caught Adderstar's scent on the breeze, meandering her way to it. If she was late to start the day, it would look bad on her, though she doubted he would have said anything. She had led the clan in the week he couldn't rise. Beetleheart didn't blame him at all. In fact, after that first day where she had gone to him in an attempt to stir him from his sadness, she hadn't tried again, opting only to sit with the tom and offer her presence as comfort. She knew if she pushed, it would have taken even longer for him to become their leader again.
Now, she approached with a subtle smile, happy to see him out and about. It still seemed precarious, as if one small thing that happened would send him running back to his den. But if that did happen, she'd be here for him and the clan. Waspfur walked up at the same time. "Good morning, Adderstar, Waspfur," she said softly, turning her eyes to judge the kill pile. At least it wasn't leafbare and could be filled to the brim without too much trouble. She sat next to him, pulling her tail close to herself. "What are the plans for today?"
TOADCATCHER
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male || warrior || 33 moons old || tagged; open, Pantherstride - mentioned
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male || warrior || 33 moons old || tagged; open, Pantherstride - mentioned
- Toadcatcher woke up all at once, springing to his feet. Ever since he was arranged a mate, he couldn't stand to fall asleep in the confines of a den, her scent filling up his nose. This feeling came with intense guilt. He was supposed to love her and raise kits with her, but he wanted none of it. Instead, he had taken to sleeping under the stars, traipsing back at sunrise so no one would know that the tom had other ideas. Worse still, he knew that it wasn't Pantherstride's fault he felt this way. She was a fine cat, even pretty. This just isn't what he wanted.
Sighing to himself, he started back to camp. Rethinking this, he turned back and headed toward the thicker trees, not wanting to come face to face with anyone, as he had woken up later than usual. Picking up his pace, he approached the shallow stream, heading toward to it cool is dry throat. The water was a relief, and he downed more than he should have, filling his empty belly. There, he lazily laid on the bank. They would call a meeting if there were things that needed to be done. Until then, he decided he didn't really need to be there.
Ever since he had been paired with his mate, Toadcatcher had become more withdrawn. This wasn't the life he wanted. More and more often, he found his mind turning to those days he had had in the wilderness. Memories of the hawk kept him from running from his place. Even now, his wide yellow eyes turned up to the sky, desperately looking for a predator from above. Maybe it would be best to get back to camp...
FOXBRIAR
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female || warrior || 41 moons old || tagged; open
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female || warrior || 41 moons old || tagged; open
- She hated mornings. The morning birds seemed to taunt her with their happy, carefree song. Everything was going wrong. No kits. Dead mate. And now a new mate who seemed as distant and cold as the night sky. Still, Foxbriar wouldn't let it get her down. At least she was paired with someone who understood her and who she could understand her. It would obviously take some time for the two to heal, and she held the hope they could do that together.
For now, she was seated on the sloped, sandy beach, waiting for the apprentices to appear. She didn't have one herself, which was another slight irritation to the molly. If she could invest her time in something like teaching, at least she could keep the pessimistic thoughts at bay. Foxbriar often settled for watching them train, lending a paw if it was needed, and if it wasn't, simply cheering them on at the sidelines.
And, of course, she was always ready to help the clan with what she could. She was sure hunting would be on the books for today, something she excelled at. Fighting was not her strong suit, but she did love the thrill of the chase. Her favorite prey to catch were birds, but nothing beat the taste of fresh rabbit.
FLICKERPAW
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female || apprentice || 8 moons old || tagged; apprentices, marigoldpaw
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female || apprentice || 8 moons old || tagged; apprentices, marigoldpaw
- Flickerpaw was deep in a dream when something smashed her back paw, causing her to immediately sit upright and cast accusatory eyes on the nearest cat - Wanderpaw. Grumbling slightly and still casting him dirty looks, she shook stood herself up, shaking the debris he had scattered on top of her back to the ground. "Watch what you're doing!' she spoke up, slinking to the right of him and moving toward the exit of the den.
That was before she heard her sister speak up, urging her onward and rushing passed her, out into the morning. The other apprentices were lucky this morning. Normally, she'd stay in the den and invest time in talking to whoever would listen. But Wanderpaw had put her in a sour mood, and she wanted to escape his presence as quickly as possible. Plus, her sister was already out of the den. Quickly, she followed after Marigoldpaw, her own head held a little lower than usual, still silently cursing Wanderpaw for stepping on her.
"I think we've already proven that," she said sourly, racing to catch up and falling in step with her sister. Already, she was walking with a little more pep, brought out by Marigoldpaw. "I think we should prove we're ready for a tiger!"