✤ LeafClan V.2 ✤ New & Accepting

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W i l l o w f r o s t ;

The silver tabby shook out her fur and looked up at the sky, brightened by the sun. Yeesh, I slept in late today. I'll make up for it tomorrow on dawn patrol. she thought to herself. She sat at the entrance of the warrior's den and began to groom her fur, matted from sleep. {Open}

O a k t a i l

The brown tabby tom stretched in his nest, sleep still hanging on his pelt. Glancing around, he saw Willowfrost beginning to wake a sighed with relief. At least I'm not the only late riser. He got up and padded to the fresh-kill pile, a yawn exiting his jaws. {Open}

[yeeee.]

Batpaw released a very soft sigh hearing his mentor's angry voice, and licked his maw nervously. The much larger male was leaned in front of him; the apprentice could feel his breath on his whiskers. "Where do I think I've been all day? Sleeping... on the rock." Batpaw answered, blinking his turquoise eyes and flattening his ears, slight sheepishly. Busted. Mousedung. "Well, you could've awoken me if you needed me, I thought you were actually giving me a little break," the blind apprentice said, deciding to play the innocent-I-thought card. Maybe I can get a break....

Tagged ;; Windtail

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Name: WindTail
Age: 47 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Crush: Forbidden
Tagged: BatPaw

His fur raised at such an excuse."Instead of sleeping on some rocks, you could have helped around Camp!"
WindTail hissed in anger. He turned his head, so he could catch a light breath. The toms fur flattend a bit,
but he was still angerd at the apprentice."As punishment for sleeping away the day, you´ll be taking fresh
dirt to the dirt place." WindTail meowed, tail lashing as his mber eyes pierced through BatPaw.

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Foxfur|Leafclan|Tom|Open
Foxfur looked at the sky, he knew his parents wouldn't be found in silver pelt. They were bad cats who killed for fun, Foxfur began to feel lonely, was he like them? Would he become like them? He turned onto his stomach and covered his head with his paws, he didn't want to be like them... Never... But what if he was? What if bad was in his blood?

[yeeee.]

Batpaw could sense the kinetic change in his mentor, mostly owed to the fact that older cat's breath hitched at the stupidity of the comment. Flattening his ears further, the ebony tom bit his lip. "But..." he started to say, but cut off. The tom knew he'd sound like an immature kit by now, and for no reason. His fate was indefinitely sealed. As his mentor turned away further, the petite tom relaxed, but a soft hiss escaped him as his punishment was announced. "Really?" the petite ebony tom asked in disbelief and anger. His own fur bristled, and he inwardly seethed. But most of all, he was downright ashamed. I take a day of rest and this is what I get... I should've stayed on the rock. Ears now flopping sideways, Batpaw actually found his lip curling, but he quickly brought it back down. He didn't need to extended his punishment.

Standing up, the tom huffed slightly. "I bet any other cat would've got mossjob, but no, I get dirtjob. This cat was put in this clan to make me miserable," he murmured under his breath, although maybe a bit too loudly. Brushing by his mentor, albeit rudely not saying a thing, Batpaw headed for the entrance of the camp. Windtail just hates me, Starclan- I know he does... but maybe if I bring back some cob nuts and cobwebs he'll let me off the hook. After all, mice run rampant during greenleaf. I'm sure Windtail's had some take some fine herbs.... and cobwebs are always needed. But mousedung, can I even get out of the camp now, or is he going to make me stay here?

Tagged ;; Windtail

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Name: WindTail
Age: 47 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Crush: Forbidden
Tagged: Open

He watched his apprentice leave, his tail still moving with unease. WindTail turned around once BatPaw
was gone, padding to the apprentice den tree, skillfully climbing it. He snapped a small branch with leaves
from it before leaping back down, heading off towards his den.

[yeeee.]

Batpaw was relieved to hear no loud yowl from his mentor. Quickly taking advantage, he loped out of the camp, letting the smell of budding flowers and prey ease his nerves. Increasing his pace a bit more, the petite ebony tom navigated towards the cob tree a few minutes away, simply enjoying the sounds and the warmth of greenleaf. After a while, he came across the tree in question. Gathering about half a dozen nuts in his maw, he snatched some moss from a low branch and tucked it under his chin, inwardly wondering if he would even have room for cobweb. His question was answered a few moments later when a very thick wad got stuck on his left ear. Flickering it frantically, the blind tom grumbled in mild agitation; the silky texture tickled him, and he felt silly. Huge nuts in his mouth, moss beneath his chin and a massive wad of cobweb stuck on his ear. His luck. Heading home slowly, the tall ebony tom hesitated. He didn't feel like rushing, not after the near argument he'd had just a few minutes ago with the very cat he was supposed to deliver this to.

Tagged ;; No one [open]

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Hawktalon shot from his moss bed, bolting of the den and nearly running into Willowfrost. The young tom knew he was late up... again. That didn't do anything to help his 'youngest senior warrior' imagery at all. Even worst, most of the cats seemed skeptical at the choice, so he knew he had a lot of work to do in changing their minds. "Sorry," the golden tom said hastily to Willfrost, setting next the the fellow warrior she-cat and grooming at his long, tangled golden fur. Hesitating, he then gave her a quick glance with his emerald eyes. "What did I miss?"

Tagged ;; Willowfrost

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She watched as the golden warrior shot up. An amused smile slowly crept to her face, but she quickly shook it away. "You're okay." she mewed, referring to the fact he'd nearly run into her. Her icy eyes glittered with amusement. "I wouldn't know if you missed anything, as I just woke up too." she meowed, curling her tail around her white paws, her silver tabby pelt freshly groomed.

[yeeee.]

Hawktalon sighed in relief at her apology, but relaxed also. Even if he was late, it appeared quite a few warriors were; it was the heat of greenleaf. Maybe he'd be spared this time. As soon as he finished untangled his coat he stopped grooming, not caring too much about his looks. "Well, that's not good for me," he mewed worriedly, his emerald eyes darting around. Even if he did get a break, he still didn't know what the morning announcements had been. Realizing that there were hardly any warriors out and about, his gaze rested on the prey pile. There was a decent amount of prey there, but no fish. A small smile crossed his cream maw, and he turned back to Willowfrost. "Care to accompany me to the river?" the young senior warrior asked, his bushy tail swishing with withheld energy. I'm not the best at hunting, but I'm pretty good at fishing; maybe this will also work as decent cover for my late sleep in.

Tagged ;; Willowfrost

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Eager to make up for the lost time she'd sped sleeping, the silver tabby quickly replied," Yes, I'd love to." she meowed, blue eyes glowing. She stood up and shook out her silver fur. She arched her back and stretched. She unsheathed and sheathed her claws. She stood normally once more, and headed towards the entrance. She turned around and waited for the golden tom to join her.