❦LeafClan❦ The Loyal and Swift {New & Accepting}

[dragoncool97]

"Are they gone?" Nightecho asked

[Pomme De Terre]

"Behind the fence." Shy said with a flick of his tail. "Now go on, take your herbs back." He meowed. "I better be on my way." He said, turning.

[dragoncool97]

Nightecho hesitated for a moment before grabbing the lavender and racing off to camp

[Pomme De Terre]

Shy watched the tom go, shaking his head. He had always been curious about herbs, and it would help to know them if he was ever horriblly injured...

[dragoncool97]

Mossfire laid by a tree a little ways away from camp. She was in a light sleep and occasionally rolled over.

[Pomme De Terre]

Ash doubled over in pain as a huge cat slammed into him. 'Hey!" He growled in anger, clamping down on the vole he had caught. He had gotten very lucky. He glared at the big cat. "This vole is mind!" He snarled. The big cat charged and Ash stepped out of the way, the cat smashing into a tree and passed out. Ash let out a yip of joy, and took off running for his "den." He made it there safely, but starving and devoured the vole. He let out a sigh of relief and fell backwards onto the ground.

[dragoncool97]

Mossfire woke up a little when a breeze brought a strange scent to her nose. It was faint and a little stale bit slightly familiar. Curiosity overcame her and she got up and sleepily followed the scent trail.

[Animals65]

(Thanks for accepting me! Just make sure they are both on the front so theyre not forgotten!)

Coyotestrike is looking for Shatterfoot, his heart pounding. He is in love with her and longs to be together.

Purpleflower is looking for Tigerstripe, her heart pounding. She is in love with him and longs to be together.

[Pomme De Terre]

Ash dozed off, waking quickly from a nightmare. 'I need to leave this place." He knew. He stood, stretching. Dried blood and scraps covered him. Limping, he began to leave the horrible place, heading farther away from LeafClan.

[dragoncool97]

Mossfire wandered out if leaf clan territory and began to trot after the scent as it got more and more familiar. Suddenly it clicked: she was following ash's scent. Soon she was in an all out sprint as she tracked to Tom.