.ＳｔｒｅａｍＣｌａｎ. V.2 .Ｓｅｍｉ-Ｌｉｔ. Ｏｐｅｎ. N e w.D e p u t y Ra n k!

[Tordier]

(( I have Whitesky and Ryjaw in camp and Nightshade in the forest if anyone wants to interact with them. ))

Whitesky
82 Moons
Warrior
Single
Not Speaking

Camp was nice and quiet, which Whitesky appreciated. The peacefulness was great for relaxation. He gave no indication of a desire to move or make himself busy. In fact, the seasoned warrior rolled onto his side and stretched his legs out before settling back in again. Whitesky closed his eyes with a pleasant sigh and let his thoughts drift around in his head without really going anywhere.

Ryejaw
18 Moons
Elder
Single

Ryejaw saw nothing of interest in camp, and her alert expression changed to a slightly disappointed one. She kneaded her paws into the ground for a moment as she considered he next move, and then she stood and padded from the entrance to the elder's den and out into the open space of camp. It was nice having a den all to herself. Ryejaw appreciated the space and privacy it gave her, but it also got lonely from time to time. She could not hear, and so she could not speak very well either. That would make for a lonesome cat even without being the only one in her den.
Still, these were only some slight preferences that conflicted with each other and Ryejaw had nothing to really complain about.
The young she-cat stood for a moment and looked for the nearest cat. She had decided to go hunting, even though she almost never caught anything, but she wanted to let someone know she was leaving camp so that they would not worry about her.

Nightshade
65 Moons
Warrior
Single
Not Speaking

As he padded further and further from camp, Nightshade ignored everything around him except for sights, sounds, or smells that might lead him to prey. It was not long as all before the faint scent of squirrel alerted him to the presence of a potential meal.
Nightshade dropped to a hunter's crouch and carefully crept forward towards the scent. His stealth paid off when he grew close enough to see the creature from behind the leaves of a small, bushy plant. The black and white warrior tensed himself and focused on the squirrel as he took a moment of preperation to increase his chances of success.

[tropicalbacon]

((What about Whisperbreeze, 5fingers?

[Agent Washington]

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• N a m e : Wolfsong
• G e n d e r : Female.
• A g e : 12 Moons.
• R a n k : Warrior.
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Unkown

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Wolfsong has soft, short silver fur. Darker grey stripes slope down her sides and paws. She is a silver bengal in breed, with a white chest, stomach, paws, and tail tip. Her eyes are a deep forest green that blend into tree's easily. Her thin tail has darker rings leading to the white tip. Her ears are tufted at the tip, like a lynx Wild Cat. Here body type is lithe, with a thin shape and short height.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Wolfsong is very argumentative and stubborn. When she has a point or idea, she sticks to it until the end. Despite this she is a very gentle and sweet cat that loves to talk with others. She really loves the forest, filled with its rivers and streams. She always found a calming atmosphere in the outdoors. She is not offended easily and can brush off almost any insult, unless she thinks about it too long.
• H i s t o r y : Wolfsong was born into Streamclan, but her mother was a kitty pet loner. Her Mom had a two leg owner, but she ran away to become a loner, and she met Wolfsong's father Timberfur, when she trespassed on the territory by accident. When her mother Luna, gave birth to two daughters, she gave the stronger up to Timberfur, to grow and live a better life rather than a loner. Wolfsong was too young to remember her mother or her sister, so if she saw either, she wouldn't recognize either, although her mother could recognize her by scent. Wolfsong's father died during her late apprentiship due to Green Cough in Leaf-Bare. She was sad at first, but she knew to push sadness aside for the good of Streamclan.

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• F a t h e r : Timberfur [Deceased]
• M o t h e r : Luna [Unkown]
• S i b l i n g s : Fawn [Unknown]
• S e c r e t C r u s h : Cloverheart
• C r u s h : [above]
• M a t e : None
• O f f s p r i n g : None

[Tordier]

((What about Whisperbreeze, 5fingers?

(( That's fine by me. Pick any of my characters that you prefer and they can interact with Whisperbreeze. ))

[amylovescallie.]

yuritail
i walked around camp searching for someone to share tounges with i sat down swirling my tail around in the air then i got up and walked away into the dense forest then seeing a mouse she pounced and killed it swiftly then she brought it back to the ill pile dropping it there and licking her paws

[tropicalbacon]

((What about Whisperbreeze, 5fingers?

(( That's fine by me. Pick any of my characters that you prefer and they can interact with Whisperbreeze. ))

Whisperbreeze yawned and lay down next to Ryejaw. "Hi!" she meowed

[Tordier]

Ryejaw
18 Moons
Elder
Single

Ryejaw, of course, did not hear Whisperbreeze's greeting, but as she looked around, her eyes fell on the tortoiseshell medicine cat. She turned to face her more directly and offered a cheery smile in greeting. Whisperbreeze seemed very relaxed at the moment, so she wanted to get her message across as soon as possible without disturbing her.
Ryejaw looked pointedly over at the camp exit and then back at Whisperbreeze, a question in her eyes.

[Tuning Fork]

Cloverheart

Warrior • Tom • 33 moons • Apprentice: N/A • Mate: Died • Family: Hickorypaw and Honeypaw

Cloverheart looked around the camp for any cat free to go hunting. But he didn't see any. Cloverheart decided not to go out int he forest. He wouldn't want to interfere with his kits out in the forest.

Honeypaw

Apprentice • She-cat • 6 moons • Mentor: Stormleaf • No Crush • Family: Hickorypaw and Cloverheart

Honeypaw nodded. She dropped low and started for the mouse. She got close and pounced on it. Honeypaw killed it in one quick bite. She wasn't sure how everything went. But she got the prey right?

[Spirit Lion]

{{ Agent Washington :: Accepted. }}

× S o f t f e a t h e r ×

Warrior
She-cat
About fourteen moons
Apprentice -- Adderpaw
Crush ♥ -- None
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Occupation -- Places :3
Speaking to -- No one
Thoughts -- Humdehumhum

The pale silver tabby she-cat watched the butterfly as it fluttered away from her. Softfeather flicked her tail tip back and forth in a steady pace as she turned and started padding back towards camp. The most she could hope for at this point was that Adderpaw was still there and waiting for her.
Quickening her pace slightly, Softfeather saw the camp's entrance. She picked her way to the opening before pushing her way into the StreamClan camp.

[Puddles.]

(Sorry, will respond soon. >.> Anyways....CloverHeart got selected deputy)