⌘ M a p l e C l a n ⌘ NEW and Accepting!

[Primhunter]

name; Spottedpaw
gender; she-cat
where; Fade Forest

“No need to worry about me Brokenpaw~!” she squeaked, keeping her eyes glued to the tree. “Don’t take too long you two,” Duskstep called from the other side of the small gorge. His golden optics watched the two like a hawk. One slip and he was ready to rush over and help them. Besides that, there was a faint scent of blood that he could just barely pick up due to the rain.

[bunearie]

( Yep, that's fine )

Tinypaw-Talking to: ... Thinking: "I failed again..."

Tinypaw shivered, the rain trickling down her pelt. She stared at the ground, the bottom and top half of her vision black and her right eye's vision blurry with red from the blood. The right side of her face throbbed as she attempted to step forward but her legs buckled beneath her and she collapsed. She lied on the floor, legs sprawled out across the mud and a small pool of blood by her cheek. She struggled to her paws again, legs stretched to the sides beneath her. Her head sank into her shoulders, her eyes half closed.

[Primhunter]

name; Spottedpaw
gender; she-cat
where; Fade Forest

Spottedpaw was almost at the end when she slipped. She slid down sideways on the moist wood and dug her claws deep into the bark to catch herself. On instinct she reached her dangling hind legs back up onto the tree and hurled herself onto the wet ground. Her heart was beating fast and her fur bristled with fear. “Are you alright Spottedpaw?” Duskstep asked, surprised that she hadn’t fallen completely. “I-I’m good,” she stuttered.

[Primhunter]

name; Spottedpaw
gender; she-cat
where; Fade Forest

“See, no need to worry about me,” Spottedpaw chuckled, trying to catch her breath. “Alright, let’s keep going. We don’t have the time to rest now,” Duskstep told them and continued on their path to Squirrels leap. The rain was still in a calm state of drizzle, but it could become heavier at any second.

[Primhunter]

name; Duskstep
gender; she-cat
where; Fade Forest

The closer they got to their destination, the stronger the scent of blood became. Duskstep snuck glanced at the two apprentices to see if they noticed, but it didn’t seem so. The tom paused and lifted his nose up towards the sky, taking in all of the surrounding scents. It was hard to catch much of anything because of the rain, but suddenly he recognized the bloody scent. “Tinypaw?” he whispered. “Tinypaw!” he yowled, hoping to catch the apprentice’s attention if she was around.

[bunearie]

Tinypaw-Talking to: Duskstep ... Thinking: "Who...?"

One of Tinypaw's eyes flickered open, the other one squeezed shut with sticky blood, "D-Duskstep?" She croaked, her legs shaky and her face throbbing. She shivered again, drenched to the bone.

[Primhunter]

name; Duskstep
gender; she-cat
where; Squirrels Leap

Duskstep’s ear twitched at the sound of Tinypaw’s weak meow and he hurried to find her. “Spottedpaw, Brokenpaw, Tinypaw must be injured,” he explained to them. He was worried that she might have been attacked by a Soul Clan cat.

[Lindsey Stirling]

{ Recap/Reposts? }

[Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє]

(I have Rosesong open for one of them :3)
||Rosesong||
The cream she cat laid down by the fresh-kill pile. she licked her lips as she gazed at the prey piled there. Giving in to the temptations, he sat up and chose a thrush from the pile, contently biting into it. She savored the flavor of the thrush; she loved the taste of birds. Her ears flicked calmly as she ate her meal.

||Sheepbelly||
The grey Tom nodded and slowly began trudging forward, his pale sapphire gaze examining their surroundings. His paw steps were steady and rthymnical. He use his claws to help him grip easier, and GE let out a grunt at the hard work.

[Lindsey Stirling]

Leopardblaze focused hard on the land in front of him, careful to not mess up. Worry filled his eyes as he heard the old medicine cat grunt. "You okay?" he asked, just a little him of worry in his voice. The rain drenched and straightened Leopardblaze's usual ruffled coat. The rain felt like claws swiping across his face since the strong wind blew the rain powerfully.