ohitika wrote:{Oh okay ^_^ See you soon! Anyone up to roleplay any of my characters? (Morningsound, Wolfpaw, Icetooth}
cassiopeia. wrote:
Poppyfrost looked up from her nest, blinking in confusion as her eyelids threatened to close again. It didn't take long for her to adjust to the shadows of the den, with the curtains of ivy and rocky cave walls obstructing nearly all light. It was the perfect place for doing two things: storing herbs and sleeping, which were about the only things that went on in there. Stretching out her aching limbs, she stood and poked her head through an ivy curtain, adjusting to the slightly brighter setting before entering the fore-den. Nobody was there, but Poppyfrost could surely find some way to make herself useful.
( she is open and is the medicine cat in dawnclan )
Brookepaw nodded, taking a moment to plan a strategy before preparing to jump. She bent her hind legs and spread her paws, then pushed with all her might. She flew over Stonepelt, landing further away than before and turning as she made contact with the ground. Knowing that Stonepelt would be ready, she dashed to the left and hit his back with a firm paw, making sure to have her claws in. Brookepaw quickly bent her legs again, springing over Stonepelt and landing on his other side, headbutting him on the underside of his pelt. "Take that!" She cried, nipping at his tail and dodging a few blows. Her small size allowed her to dart around and through things rapidly, moreso than apprentices of average dimensions.
Patchtail scowled at a pair of warriors as he passed them, not bothering to remember their names when he mumbled for them to shut up. Brightness in general bothered his aging eyes, but the combination of noise and light was unbearable. The only reason he was in camp at all was to get freshkill, since no one had bothered to bring him any. "That's alright," he muttered bitterly. "Just bring my death about faster. No worries." Deciding to take his anger out on a particularly plump thrush, Patchtail pawed at it angrily and sank his teeth into its neck, murmuring inaudibly around the feathers.
Name: Stonepelt.
Feeling: tired.
Place: Training area.
Crush/mate: None.
Name: Mossnose.
Feeling: Broken, Prideful.
Place: Medicine cat den.
Crush/Mate: None.
Patchtail scowled at a pair of warriors as he passed them, not bothering to remember their names when he mumbled for them to shut up. Brightness in general bothered his aging eyes, but the combination of noise and light was unbearable. The only reason he was in camp at all was to get freshkill, since no one had bothered to bring him any. "That's alright," he muttered bitterly. "Just bring my death about faster. No worries." Deciding to take his anger out on a particularly plump thrush, Patchtail pawed at it angrily and sank his teeth into its neck, murmuring inaudibly around the feathers as he stalked back to his den.
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