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[ShadowBoi]

Blood)

He nodded in agreement and then he started laughing "That was awesome. Congrats for speaking your mind."

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Orchardkit)

She scrunched up her nose and playfully pushed Coalkit with her paw. "Shut up!"

[ShadowBoi]

Coalkit/Blood)

He purred "That was actually really cool of you. Major respect from me."

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Orchardkit)

She blushed and licked his cheek. "Thank you."

[Lunarsnow]

Rainstar - Female - 80 moons - //near her den
Rainstar's ears swiveled at the loud curse and leaned out of her den with a concerned look on her face. Was that a kit?

Sparrowclaw - Male - 25 moons - w/ Brightpaw
"Come on Brightpaw! We should probably get back to camp for the evening." Sparrowclaw meowed and angled his head in the direction he knew camp was. "Perhaps tomorrow we can get an actual training session in."

Snowpaw - Female - 9 moons - talking w/ Littlepaw
"Um.." Snowpaw blanked as her mind raced and she felt her ear tips get hot. The only tom her age she really interacted with regularly was Emberpaw. Brightpaw was nice, but she didn't talk to him much. Icepaw didn't seem very friendly and Ripplepaw seemed a haughty know-it-all. She'd never really thought much about who she liked. Did she like Emberpaw? "I, uh..Emberpawmaybe..." she murmured glancing away from Littlepaw, unsure of where exactly the embarrassment was coming from. Hurriedly she changed the subject. "How, uh, about we get back to camp. It's getting kinda dark."

Gatorfoot - Male - 134 moons - //on top of the elder's den
Gatorfoot was currently back on the rocks that made up the elder's and medicine cat den soaking up the last rays of sunlight. Though his eyes were closed, his ears were attentive to the situation happening below. He pitied the apprentice, knowing she would take a while to get used to that lack of movement in her broken leg.

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Orchardkit)

Orchardkit fled forgetting her cave's direction was past Rainstar's den.

[rocoboq]

She woke up to the sound of Orchardkit's voice. She lazily got to her paws and poked her head out of the nursery, her head tilted. When she saw Orchardkit dashing away from Blood, she padded over to her friend. "Any idea what that was about?" she mumbled tiredly, blinking away the tiredness. She yawned and flicked her ear.

[ShadowBoi]

(sorry guys. Gotta go. Supposed to be grounded.)

Blood)

He put his paw over the spot where Orchardkit licked his cheek. He didn't notice Spottedkit. His heart raced as he ran after her.

[rocoboq]

Confused and disappointed, she started after him. After a couple steps, she thought it better otherwise and headed back to the nursery and into her nest, frowning. She fell asleep once more, dreaming of running through the forest.

[taako,]

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{ She-cat, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Venomfang }

5 minutes... 10 minutes... 25... 30.....
Long story short, Fawnstep was having a hard time getting any sleep. And if she did manage to doze off, every little sound would just wake her up again. It got to a point that the she-cat stuck her head out of the opening to the warrior's den, rolled onto her back, and tried to count the stars. Realizing that counting wasn't quite as tiring as she'd hoped it would be, Fawnstep soon gave up on that too. She got up and stretched feebly before exiting the camp to go make dirt. A cool breeze ruffled her fur, contrary to the warm night air. "Less stuffy out here..." she meowed softly to herself. The thought lingered with her as she padded back to the warrior's den and settled down again. Fawnstep sat there silently, probably more awake now then she had been when she settled down for the night. A puff of air escaped from the cat's nose and she rolled from her side and into a more upright position on her stomach. Sadly, Venomfang wasn't around to bother anymore. Well, he was, but...
Ooohh, here we go.
Completely against her will, the she-cat rose to her paws and stubbornly waltzed out of the warrior's den and around to the back of camp. Proceeding with those famed quiet steps that had become her namesake, Fawnstep padded towards the rocks that the tom's nest was nestled in between and peered cautiously into the cramped space. Venomfang's sleep was fitful, to say the least, and Fawnstep could tell by the mannerisms that came with it. The she-cat knew it was probably not best to wake him from a nightmare of all things, but her conscience wouldn't allow her to leave him like that. You're literally asking to lose an arm right now. She reached out with her paw and gently prodded the tom in the shoulder with it, "Venomfang... Hey, wake up Mr. Grumpy Gills..."