p o p p y f r o s t
sorting herbs || medicine den || alone
The she-cat sat in her shadowy den, pondering Larkstar's visit. She pushed a stray marigold petal to its pile and picked the stash up with her paw. Suddenly, the pile fell from her grip and scattered on the earth below her. Her Clan was cursed with terrible luck, and their wasn't a thing she could do about it. The realization hit Poppyfrost almost literally, making her go limp with helplessness. Larkstar was right to worry, but it seemed like that was all they could do at the moment.
sorting herbs || medicine den || alone
The she-cat sat in her shadowy den, pondering Larkstar's visit. She pushed a stray marigold petal to its pile and picked the stash up with her paw. Suddenly, the pile fell from her grip and scattered on the earth below her. Her Clan was cursed with terrible luck, and their wasn't a thing she could do about it. The realization hit Poppyfrost almost literally, making her go limp with helplessness. Larkstar was right to worry, but it seemed like that was all they could do at the moment.
b r o o k e p a w
hunting || dawnclan territory || alone
The sun was making funny little patterns in the dirt, dancing on the ground as the trees above swayed in the wind. Brookepaw pounced on the tiny circles, laughing as her shadow covered some of the speckles. Then a rustle came from behind her, and she snuck around to face a plump, furry mouse. Remembering everything she'd learned about hunting, Brookepaw prepared to pounce.
hunting || dawnclan territory || alone
The sun was making funny little patterns in the dirt, dancing on the ground as the trees above swayed in the wind. Brookepaw pounced on the tiny circles, laughing as her shadow covered some of the speckles. Then a rustle came from behind her, and she snuck around to face a plump, furry mouse. Remembering everything she'd learned about hunting, Brookepaw prepared to pounce.
p a t c h t a i l
relaxing || elder's den || alone
Groaning, Patchtail settled slowly onto the dirt outside his den. He curled up in the sun, licking his aching joints tenderly. He proceeded to clean himself slowly, wincing if he had to reach too far. Being an elder wasn't all it was thought to be, even if you had the den to yourself all the time.
relaxing || elder's den || alone
Groaning, Patchtail settled slowly onto the dirt outside his den. He curled up in the sun, licking his aching joints tenderly. He proceeded to clean himself slowly, wincing if he had to reach too far. Being an elder wasn't all it was thought to be, even if you had the den to yourself all the time.
