Takk wrote:Whitejaw ♂||Warrior||35 moons||→Hickorygale
Having failed to leave camp with a patrol, he tries to bring his attention elsewhere from hunting to his clan mates. Plenty of other cats were in camp, a good dozen at that so Fogstar could be planning a border patrol. Giving up for now, the less than enthusiastic tom settles by the warriors den, noting Hickorygale nearby. He was a bit older than the other tom, but it was nothing to consider holding against him. "I wish I could be as relaxed as you are, not eager to get your paws dirty?" With so many apprentices, he was amazed warriors weren't being forced to double the patrols for extra training.Blacksky ♂||Warrior||24 moons||→Open
Snowpool ♀||Warrior||20 moons||→Open
Wisteria ♀||Loner||32 moons||→Open
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Hickorygale
Tomcat
Massive, thickly-furred main coon
Homosexual
Warrior of BrookClan
Age: 27 moons
Location: BrookClan camp - outside of the warriors' den
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Whitejaw
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Hickorygale flicked a massive, furry ear when he heard Whitelaw approach. He meowed a shy greeting as the male settled down beside him, and lowered one of his large paws down, stopping in his preening briefly to address the slightly older warrior. "Hey. Well, I did just wake up. Might as well relax while I can before some cat orders me around.."
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Ripplepaw/claw
Tomcat
Light brown tabby Scottish fold
Heterosexual
Apprentice of BrookClan
Age: 9 moons
Location: coming into BrookClan camp - back from a hunt
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: OPEN!
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The clumsy, big-pawed apprentice slid through the camp entrance into the BrookClan camp.. his tiny jaws beholding quite the catches for such a young tomcat. Ripplepaw had gone out of camp at dawn just to get a good view of the sunset.. What could he say? He was a nature fanatic at times! Once his morning routine with watching the pink, orange, gold, yellow, and purple sky had been completed, the Scottish fold had gone off to hunt. He may not be the best fighter in the Clan, but he could hunt till he dropped.. The tiny tom had quickly caught a blackbird and two mice, and now, stumbling all the way, was trotting across camp to the fresh-kill pile.
Ripplepaw's thin pelt heated up with a normal feeling he endured daily - embarrassment - as he slid and, with a loud yowl, toppled to the camp floor, his legs collapsing beneath him. His catches for the Clan scattered every which way, and the apprentice whimpered as he dusted himself off and got to his feet again.