☽ Glide clan Winged Warriors ☾ ~Cats Open for taking~

[vaermina]

Oakpaw / Apprentice / Location: Clearing / Tagged: Rosethorn

Oakpaw nodded to his mentor's plan as she bounded away. He paced around excitedly, tail bristling and body quivering.

[ayomi]

Cats name: Juniper, when she joins the clan it will be Juniperpaw

Cats gender: she cat

Age: 8 moons

Position: currently she is a loner, but she will be found and made into an apprentice ^^

Position wanted: warrior

Apperence : picture

Wings: when she gets her wings they will look like this

History: She has been on her own for as long as she can remember

Personality: Joyful, shy

Crush:

Mate:

Kits:

If apprentice futre name: junipernose

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[vaermina]

{^3^}

[a little guy]

Ivypaw flitted off toward camp.

[Mango Tart]

I will add her to the list

(first person mode)
Moonstar

´Yes of coarse you can go on´

[ayomi]

[can moonstar come on the patrol and find juniper paw?]

[ayomi]

Rosethorn

"Come on Oakpaw.", she says. "Now make sure not to get too distracted, you don't know where you're going", she reminded him.

Juniper(paw)

The young, lone she cat tumbled around. Her stomach growled but she was too tired to attempt catching something. She lay down in a bush.

(can oak paw find her?)

[vaermina]

{sure. x3}

Oakkpaw nodded excitedly and bounded after his mentor, eyes gleaming and fur prickling. He tasted the air, scents jumbled up but he could make out one weird scent as they exited the camp.

[ayomi]

Rosethorn

"What do you smell, Oakpaw?", the young she cat asked her apprentice.

[vaermina]

Oakpaw took a deep breath, wrinkling his nose. He replied after a moment, "I smell.. well... a squirrel, maybe. And a badger? No, no.. a cat!" He was swerving around brambles and roots as he walked, pelt bristling.