Pineclan | Cats of the mountains | Accepting!

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Finchwing watched the two she-cats fall asleep, Do they think I'm weird? Different? Disgusting? thoughts swarmed his head like a beehive. He stood up, shaking the dry moss from his pelt. He looked down at the she-cats once again and moved the bramble thicket over so he could squeeze through. Rain soaked his pelt but, he could care less. He pushed the bramble back and padded into the center of the clearing, his pelt clinging to his build.

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Username;; Biellendu
Cat name;; Hornetpaw
Age;; Recently turned 6 moons
Gender;; Tom
Rank;; Apprentice

Personality;; His name is exactly what he is, and the name even may be under-exaggerating. Hornetpaw is a snobby, stuck-up and apparently he couldn't care less. In any given situation he's the first to rush to the challenge, often resulting in injury or embarrassment. He has a tendency to talk-back to higher ranks and disrespect some cats, but believe it or not- he never sees the cuff to his ear coming.

History;; Hornetpaw doesn't really know much about his past; all he knows is that a warrior found him at the border, mewling pitifully. He was immediatley taken in a cared for by a queen, but his REAL mother and father are unknown as far as he is
concerned.

Kin;; None
Crush;; None right now
Mate;; None
Sexuality;; [Will be decided once he finds a crush]

Likes;; Mice, doing things his own way
Dislikes;; Hunting, being waken up early.
Fears;; Squirrels
Wishes;; To find out his mother and father are.

Other;; -None-

currently the owner >u<, accepted. <3))

[Biellendu]

(Thank ye!)
Hornetpaw
Hornetpaw strutted through the camp from the back entrance with a dignified manner, dragging a generally large mouse. You could have sworn you had just seen him at the fresh-kill pile, picking up the same mouse. He padded to where a group of cats were huddled, surrounding a fire. Why would they want a FIRE in the camp!? He tried to smooth his bristled fur as he reached them, deciding to deal with that later as he sported a flirty gaze. "Look at this mouse I caught! I caught it all by myself" he said, adding extra emphasis onto the last three words. His voice coated his lie with a drawn-out purr. He dropped the mouse in front of them, pushing it dangerously close to the fire. He then plopped onto his haunches, awaiting praise for a mouse he hadn't even caught.

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Finchwing caught the cocky apprentice's words, his ear flicking. Hmph, nice. The gay tom said disconnectedly as he slipped back into the medicine den, the fire blazing. He settled down beside Addersong and Hornetpaw, his tail flicking as his pelt dripped from the pouring rain.

[Biellendu]

Hornetpaw
Hornet frowned at Finchwings words, expecting much more praise than that. He muttered something under his breath, something along the lines of "it's not like you could do any better" , but ultimately, he probably couldn't do even better himself; he hadn't even caught the mouse.

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Excuse me? The tom growled, shooting an annoyed glance at the rude apprentice. For all we know you probably didn't catch it! He joked, letting out a snort of disgust.

[lαмe ѕнeep ѕιlvα]

AdderSong woke up. What's goin' on...?" she said tiredly, her fur matted and moss clinging to her fur.

[Biellendu]

Hornetpaw
Hornet was satisfied with himself as he turned to the next warrior, waiting for praise till Finchwing started talking. "and what makes you think I DIDN'T catch it? Because I did". His voice was hurried, his tail curling in annoyance as he tried to cover his tracks. He traced his bite marks with his paw, looking up as he awaited Finchwings answer. He couldn't deny him if there was a trace of somewhat proof.

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Finchwing just snorted, rested his head on his paws and let the crackling of the fire calm him down.

[lαмe ѕнeep ѕιlvα]

(oh can you accept my form? im going to quote it one second)