Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[mango sherbet]

S U N P A W

|| She-cat | Thirteen moons | Apprentice | Picture ||
|| Happy...er. | In camp | With Lionpaw and Jayflight ||

Sunpaw watched Lionpaw for a moment, then turned to face Jayflight. "My mother... I mean, Moonshade... I think she's hiding something from me. I don't like it. And, well, I got upset. Do you know anything? Is there something Moonshade doesn't want me to know?" The calico she-cat sighed and averted her eyes to Lionpaw, who'd just made a surprisingly good leap.[/color]

[ѕнαdy]

⚜ Ѧ σ я и ι и ɢ ∂ σ ʌ ɛ ⚜

• 80 мσσиƨ • Ɯαяяισя • αρρяɛитιcɛ: βяɛɛʓɛραω • ♀ •

❝Ƭσ ℓʋƨт ιƨ тσ ℓικɛ. Ƭσ ℓσʌɛ ιƨ тσ ℓɛαяи.❞

Upon spotting her apprentice the older gray she-cat walked over. A small smile spread on her face. "How are you Breezepaw?" She asked. Her apprentice was almost twelve moons, and soon enough she would be retiring. In most clans warriors became elders near the age of seventy-two moons, but in TimberClan the age was one hundred twenty moons. Forty moons left for her.

✪ ˩ ι т т ℓ ɛ н α ω κ ✪

• 36 мσσиƨ • Ɯαяяισя • αρρяɛитιcɛ: Ғяσƨтραω • ♂ •

❝Ħι∂ιиɢ ιи тнɛ Ƨнα∂σωƨ ρяσʌɛƨ иσтнιиɢ❞

With a quick jump Littlehawk landed on a small vole. He did a small twist of his neck, breaking the vole's neck. After burying the prey he snatched up another vole and a bird. Even near the Thunderpath prey was abundant in Newleaf. Being as he was a touch behind the rest of the patrol, he grabbed all his prey and caught up. His mind wandered to a certain she-cat. Willowbrook.

Δ Ħ σ ℓ ℓ σ ω ƨ т α я Δ

• 30 мσσиƨ • Яσɢʋɛ • αρρяɛитιcɛℓɛƨƨ • ♀ •

❝Ƥʋяιтʏ σя иσтнιиɢ. Єαƨʏ.❞

A low hiss came from the black she-cat as pain rose in her stomach. Something hit her side, but when she turned, nothing was there. It was then that she thought of her mate, Claw. The things they had done recently. That was when it hit her. She was pregnant. A guilty gulp followed the shaking of her head.

[revenmoore]

{Jayflight}

Jayflight shook her head. "I'm sorry Sunpaw, but I don't know anything about that." She gave the small she-cat a sympathetic look. "I'm sure it will work out though, your mother is probably just doing it for your own good." She gave Sunpaw a brisk lick on her ear. "Now, how about that hunt? That might help take your mind off things."

[mango sherbet]

S U N P A W

|| She-cat | Thirteen moons | Apprentice | Picture ||
|| Happy...er. | In camp | With Lionpaw and Jayflight ||

Sunpaw glared frustratedly at the ground. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that... Jayflight, I don't think it's that. I think she's doing it for a different reason, a selfish reason. I wanted to ask..." Sunpaw blushed slightly. "Have you seen her with... a tom?"[/color]

[revenmoore]

{Jayflight}

Jayflight's felt her fur grow hot with embarrassment. "No Sunpaw, I haven't." She meowed thoughtfully. "I hate to be suspiscious of a fellow clanmate, but I'll keep an eye on her if you'd like." She wanted to do whatever she could for Sunpaw.

[♥Cheshire's_Heart♥]

((Um, recap? ._.)

[Tamagod.]

((Recap? I honestly don't know much of anything! I just know that a bunch of new people have joined, Applesong, Flickerkit, Sprucepaw, and Duckpond are at the Medicine Cat Den- and, and, annnnd- I apologize because that is really all I know. D : Sorry for not being much of a big help.

And to whomever this concerns- sorry if this post doesn't exactly match the previous one connected to it.))

:: D U C K P O N D ::
:: QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK ::

:: SEVENTY MOONS ::
:: RELAXED ::
:: M E D I C I N E C A T ::
:: HOPEFUL ::
:: QUACK ::

"Help, quack?" Duckpond stared at his young apprentice curiously, ears flicking as his head turned in thought. "Quack! Quack! I can't honestly think of anything that needs help at the moment!" The Medicine cat exclaims rather dramatically, and looks at the ceiling like it's the most interesting thing in the world. He no longer thought about the Chamomile leaf he wasted, the tiny buts now rubbed across the floor. It was pushed to the back of his mind as soon as Sprucepaw had asked about what she could do. Which begged the question- what could she do? Duckpond didn't mean for that to sound condescending- he really was thinking about what could she do. Because at the moment, Duckpond couldn't think of much; there wasn't anything he could tell her to do that she hasn't already. Sprucepaw was a WONDERFUL apprentice. So wonderful in fact, Duckpond was quite sure she'd run him out of town later. If not soon. "Well, if you're bored with nothing to do- then you can clean up the mess I accidentally made, quack." Duckpond made a lazy gesture towards the piles of leaves strewn neatly on the floor deeper in the cave... Save for the Chamomile of course. Actually- maybe it was better NOT to have a kitten handle that. "...Weeeelllll...." The words mewled out of his mouth longer than he'd have liked- but before he could revoke his command, Duckpond heard a bit of a hissyfit coming from the outer parts of his den.

Without so much as an excuse from himself to his apprentice, the medicine cat leapt from the cave and out in the open. Ears picked in high alert and form ready to dash out into the camp- he was ready for action. Is irresponsible or insane he might seem- Duckpond could be reliable if he so wished. "What happened!?" He snapped rather loudly- but regretted it the moment he saw the creators of the fit. "...Quack." In front of him stood Applesong and Flickerkit- The queen and her kitten. "...What is it that you need if you don't mind me asking." Duckpond finally asked after a moment of staring. How rude he was. "...Quack."

The last part was for good measure.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

... f l i c k e r k i t ...

[ I've become what I can't be... ]

"What do you keep saying quack for? Did you hit your head as a kit or something?" She stopped and glared at him for a very long time, but she was not stupid and needed treatment. She knew she wasnt going to win this fight, so she gave a long, heavy, loud, and overly dramatic sigh and avoided eye contact as she grumbled, "Please?"

[darĸнowl]

⚜ Ѧ σ я и ι и ɢ ∂ σ ʌ ɛ ⚜

• 80 мσσиƨ • Ɯαяяισя • αρρяɛитιcɛ: βяɛɛʓɛραω • ♀ •

❝Ƭσ ℓʋƨт ιƨ тσ ℓικɛ. Ƭσ ℓσʌɛ ιƨ тσ ℓɛαяи.❞

Upon spotting her apprentice the older gray she-cat walked over. A small smile spread on her face. "How are you Breezepaw?" She asked. Her apprentice was almost twelve moons, and soon enough she would be retiring. In most clans warriors became elders near the age of seventy-two moons, but in TimberClan the age was one hundred twenty moons. Forty moons left for her.

✪ ˩ ι т т ℓ ɛ н α ω κ ✪

• 36 мσσиƨ • Ɯαяяισя • αρρяɛитιcɛ: Ғяσƨтραω • ♂ •

❝Ħι∂ιиɢ ιи тнɛ Ƨнα∂σωƨ ρяσʌɛƨ иσтнιиɢ❞

With a quick jump Littlehawk landed on a small vole. He did a small twist of his neck, breaking the vole's neck. After burying the prey he snatched up another vole and a bird. Even near the Thunderpath prey was abundant in Newleaf. Being as he was a touch behind the rest of the patrol, he grabbed all his prey and caught up. His mind wandered to a certain she-cat. Willowbrook.

Δ Ħ σ ℓ ℓ σ ω ƨ т α я Δ

• 30 мσσиƨ • Яσɢʋɛ • αρρяɛитιcɛℓɛƨƨ • ♀ •

❝Ƥʋяιтʏ σя иσтнιиɢ. Єαƨʏ.❞

A low hiss came from the black she-cat as pain rose in her stomach. Something hit her side, but when she turned, nothing was there. It was then that she thought of her mate, Claw. The things they had done recently. That was when it hit her. She was pregnant. A guilty gulp followed the shaking of her head.

.: T I G E R S T R I P E :.

Tigerstripe slowed to a stop, slightly growling when he noticed Hollwstar wasn't moving. "Come on, we don't have time-" he stopped mid-sentence, blinking his eyes at her. He tipped his head to the side. "Hollowstar? What is it?"

[darĸнowl]

{ Dark, wasn't she going to meet up with the sleeping Sleetpaw? o- o" }

(( where's sleetpaw again?? They could meet after the meeting that [i think] is gonna take place soon ))