🐗 Boarpaw 🐗Apprentice || Tom ||
Bio || Status: Waking up ||Tags; Heavycloud
The ocean stretched out before him, twinkling with Silverpelt above. He'd been here many times before, at the edge of the sand place and at the water's edge. The dark water was intimidating and awe inspiring at the same time. He felt something on his shoulder, and turned to look at a silvery, star-filled cat. "Don't get too close," the warrior warned, tail touching Boarpaw's shoulder. "Who are you?" he asked, curious about this cat's otherworldly appearance. "You don't recognize me? ...That's not important. I have a message for you, Boarpaw." The cat's tail lowered, and they came to sit beside him. The more he looked at the cat, the more familiar they looked. He realised, quickly, he was talking to his departed mother. "The seas will ebb and flow, and the Clan will prosper in the face of adversity. You will come to learn forgiveness for blood spilled." Boarpaw nodded, unsure what that meant exactly. He opened his mouth to ask, but awoke with a start.
He was in the apprentice's den, mouth open and eyes following suit. He closed his mouth, shuddering as he worked feeling back into his legs. He'd been sleeping so hard he was numb! What kind of dream was
that? It felt so real, like he was really there. He could feel the wind in his fur and the sea spray on his face. Was that really his mother? He felt instant regret that he didn't have a chance to speak with her more. He missed her so much. It'd only been a few moons since her untimely death at the hands of another Clan's paws. He'd never forgive Cloudclan for his mother's death, no matter what she had said in the dream. If that's what she meant, anyway; that was all he could piece together right now.
Boarpaw was so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely heard the patrols being assigned. He jumped up and limped his way out of the den, one of his legs still asleep. He quickly spotted his mentor, Heavycloud, and hobbled his way over to him. "Sorry I slept so long," he sheepishly greeted the warrior. "I had this crazy dream."
🔦Tiana🔦"Kittypet" / Loner || She-cat ||
Bio || Status: Setting out on an adventure ||Tags; None
It had been thirty-three, she'd counted it, thirty-three days since she'd last seen her nofurs. Her food dish had run dry a long time ago, same with her water bowl. At first she'd gotten crafty and found where they kept the food and helped herself. Then she'd figured out how to make the water run out of the little pipe in the kitchen. She believed they called it a "sink", she'd heard it once or twice when she'd been scolded for messing with it. She'd been out of food for two days now, and the hunger was killing her. She hated the idea of leaving the nest and its safety. Surely her nofurs were coming back, right? They wouldn't just leave an elderly cat to fend for her own...
Things were starting to get dire, though. She couldn't live without food forever, and the water had stopped trickling out of the sink a few days ago. Unsure what else to do, Tiana exited the nest and paced around her garden. There wasn't anything to eat out here, nothing suitable anyway. She wasn't about to chow down on herbs and vegetables. She'd been a rogue before, she knew how to hunt -- but those were the days before she lost her paw. She wasn't sure how she'd manage, but she was going to have to. Tiana took a deep breath and glanced at the large fence between herself and the rest of the world. Well, here went nothing. She crouched and, bones crackling in protest, she leapt and landed atop the fence. She walked the border carefully, before hopping down on the opposite side. She parted her jaws, sucking in the scents of the forest.
It wasn't long before she scented a vole. She crouched, belly low to the ground, and made her way in its direction. She moved slowly, cautiously balancing on her three paws. It was now or never! She lept as best as she could, striking with her front paw as best as she could. Amazingly, by some stroke of luck, she managed to catch the creature. She dispatched it with a bite to the neck, and hungrily devoured it. Man, that hit the spot!
🌔Ashenglow🌔Warrior || Tom ||
Bio || Status: Hunting ||Tags; Dapplestar
Ashenglow had gotten an early start to his morning. Well, if he was honest, he couldn't sleep the night before. He'd been up all night worrying over little things that made no difference. He had a tendency to do that, worry over all the small things he could. He'd gotten maybe an hour of sleep before he set off to hunt. He managed to down a squirrel, a robin, and a few mice. Any time his brain was filled with bees, he found solace in hunting. It brought him great comfort and eased his mind. He'd been out for a while now, and decided now was as good a time as any to return. He'd caught plenty for the fresh-kill pile, after all. Carrying the squirrel in his jaws, he trotted back into camp. Everyone was stirring now, and patrols were being organized. He dropped his catch on the pile and headed back out to retrieve more.
It took him a few trips, but he managed to retrieve everything. His tail left a trail from where he'd been to the pile. He was always easy to find because of it, but he tried not to think about it too much. Curious about the patrols, he headed over to Dapplestar. "Good morning, Dapplestar," he bowed his head in greeting. "I heard you assigning patrols. Would you like me to stay and guard the camp, or go with one of them?" He asked, raising his head.
