✨ VineClan✨ [ Always Accepting! ]

[Cuervo]

A young she-cat was sitting on a branch, seeming as if it were reaching to the undergrowth below. The she-cat's name was Sparrownose.

[soft]

" Greetings Foxcloud and Featherfur, would you both go on a hunting patrol at the Sandcrab's beach?", she meows.

[C a s]

"Of course." Foxcloud nodded her agreement. "Would you like us to take someone else?" Featherfur asked.

[goneleft]

(Recap, please? I'll rp in a moment.)

[soft]

( Recap: Bluekit woke up all the warriors and now RadeiumStar making patrols )

[goneleft]

(Alright, thank you. :b.)

[soft]

"Yes, please take SparrowNose. She is somewhere in the camp.", Radiumstar meowed.

[C a s]

"Alright." Featherfur and Foxcloud headed off together to find Sparrownose.

[soft]

"Hi, what's your name?!", Bluekit said, suddenly appearing out of a palm tree, leaping out, and falling upon Foxcloud's head.

[tytrack]

AmurWing
He flicked his ears as he got up, with a wide yawn. "Hello, Bluekit." He chuckled, licking a paw.

Brackenwing
Brackenwing had been up since dawn, and he was already in the clearing. He, definately, was an early riser. His pelt was groomed and the ginger fur shone almost a dark red in the sun, as his kind, amber eyes shone and he glanced over at the warriors den.

Quailfeather
The muscular brown tom grumpily yawned, with a groggy voice. "H-huhg?" He mumbled as he turned over. He wasn't one to wake up in the mornings. He finally lifted himself, and yawned, his crooked teeth skimming over his mouth. He stretched out his broken, crooked tail and stretched his sharp claws. "What to do,.. What to do.." He sighed and trotted out of the den, ignoring the others.

Dawnpaw
She bounded into the clearing, holding a large Sharkfin in her mouth. "Look what I found!" She boasted.

Flamepaw
The beautiful Fae trotted in after her sister, holding a few crabs and a large fish in her jaws. "Yes, Everyone knows you can catch one piece of prey a day." She teased her.

Whitefang
Whitefang stretched his brown paws in the clearing, looking for a she-cat to talk to. Or, perhaps maybe a tom to talk to. Either would work. His blue optics scanned the clearing slowly.

Otterpaw
Otterpaw flicked his ears from where he sat by the ocean in the shallows. Once in a while, he'd come here secretly.