Warrior Cats: Forbidden Love (Accepting)

[TheGirlWhoHeldAPen]

Silentheart glanced up at her apprentice, sleepy eyed. She stretched before getting up and looking at her apprentice.

(will you be put everyone up with their positions and clans, and be getting up a mentor and crush and mate section?)

(Yep! I'm going to do that tomorrow)

Curlypaw~MC
"What are we going to do today?" Curlypaw asked, already sorting the herbs that were in the pile that was mentally labeled "To be sorted." "I was thinking about collecting some more herbs of whatever you need, then later I could go hunt. The fresh-kill pile is getting low and besides from a few low stocks on some herbs we're well set."

(Also, a list of herbs and the Warrior Code will be posted tomorrow)

[Taker of Souls]

(okay)
Silentheart purred at her apprentice and put her tail on her shoulder, before checking the storage. She came back and pointed at the poppy seed and the cobwebs to indicate what they'd need.

[Taker of Souls]

on week day's i'll be off around 10pm until 3:30pm usually)

[TheGirlWhoHeldAPen]

(Okay. I wasn't able to get to the forms and everything but I'll do it later )
Curlypaw ~ MC
Curlypaw nodded in understanding. "Okay." She said cheerfully, "want me to go collect the herbs now?"

[Taker of Souls]

(I could ask people to join if they would join)

Silentheart she nodded her head and waited by the medicine den entrance for Curlypaw.

[TheGirlWhoHeldAPen]

(That would be awesome!)

Curlypaw ~ MC
Curlypaw stretched one last time, then went out of the den. "Ready to go!" She said, gazing around at the sleeping camp.

[Taker of Souls]

Silentheart padded out of the camp and waited.

[Delah]

Form-
Username:
c'est la vie
Name:
Dunn
Gender:
Tom
Rank:
Loner
Age:
34 moons
Clan (Meadowclan, Skyclan, or Mistclan):
--
Are you a loner/rouge/kittypet?:
Of course
Apprentice:
--
Wanted name:
He is perfectly satisfied with his current name.
Wanted rank:
Loners don't require a rank.
Crush:
Curlypaw
Mate:
--
Kits:
--
(Detailed)Description/Picture:
Dunn is a largely built tom with more muscle than average. At first glance he appears to be a being of brute strength, but if one were to observe him they would see that he doesn't hold the confident air of a strong cat. He has a wary posture and walks with a delicacy reserved for small cats. His pelt is a light tan color with speckles of darker tan running along the length of his back. There is a splash of white on his chest and the tip of his furry tail. His eyes are an icy blue color, but they don't hold much coldness, only a curious warmth.
Other:
Hope this is all good

[TheGirlWhoHeldAPen]

Form-
Username:
c'est la vie
Name:
Dunn
Gender:
Tom
Rank:
Loner
Age:
34 moons
Clan (Meadowclan, Skyclan, or Mistclan):
--
Are you a loner/rouge/kittypet?:
Of course
Apprentice:
--
Wanted name:
He is perfectly satisfied with his current name.
Wanted rank:
Loners don't require a rank.
Crush:
Curlypaw
Mate:
--
Kits:
--
(Detailed)Description/Picture:
Dunn is a largely built tom with more muscle than average. At first glance he appears to be a being of brute strength, but if one were to observe him they would see that he doesn't hold the confident air of a strong cat. He has a wary posture and walks with a delicacy reserved for small cats. His pelt is a light tan color with speckles of darker tan running along the length of his back. There is a splash of white on his chest and the tip of his furry tail. His eyes are an icy blue color, but they don't hold much coldness, only a curious warmth.
Other:
Hope this is all good

Accepted!
(Taker of Souls- I'm assuming Silentheart is around 35 moons just because med. cats have to wait until their mentor dies to become a full medicine cat. (Correct me if I'm wrong!) Curlypaw is around 20 moons because first she was a kittypet, then a loner, and then she joined Mistclan. )

Curlypaw ~ MC

Curlypaw came out of the camp and started to look for cobwebs. As she carefully made her way through the forest she saw a mouse. The fresh kill pile was considerably low, so Curlypaw decided to see if she could catch it. Crouching down, her hind leg stepped on a stick, breaking it. The mouse looked up in startled confusion and ran away. "Mousedung." Curlypaw swore.

[Delah]

Dunn padded through the forest of the clan, his movements smooth and silent. Being in the territory of others always gave the tom a faint feeling of anxiety, but it was the most plentiful prey place he had been able to find so far and he could not afford to pass it up. Not when his ribs were beginning to show, and his body felt weak.
The tan tom stopped when he heard a twig snap, and to his suprise a mouse came darting out towards him, probably running from what caused the racket. In one swift motion Dunn slammed his paw down on the mouse, killing it easily, then he turned his attention back to where the noise had come from. He knew he should just keep going, maybe even run, but he was a curious one.