+ ｓｔｏｎｅｃｌａｎ + :Accepting!

[eltonn]

Puddlestar
Tom | Leader | Pineroots | Tags: open

Puddlestar curls up in his nest, his tail tip flicking over his nose. The cold wind was harsh, and his short fur wasn't the best protection against it. At least my den is warm. he thinks before drifting off into sleep. A moment later his eyes snap open. Sunlight filters into the den, and a warm breeze brings scents of prey. Starclan? What news could they possibly have? An oddity catches his eye. A bush, with thorns curved like claws. Something was caught in the branches. A feather? No. Flecked grey fur, like stone. Graniteslip? Realization hits him like a rockslide. Graniteslip is in Starclan. He sways on his paws before everything goes dark. Puddlestar blinks open his eyes for a second time, however now in his den. He turns in his nest, attempting to find a more comfortable position. What that just a dream... or was Graniteslip trying to tell me something?

Eveningleaf
Shecat | Med | Camp | Tags: open

Eveningleaf peers at the approaching clouds. The snow will start falling soon. She turns, checking the stores. Almost out of dandelion leaves, I might as well go look for a few. Maybe some marigold too. Anything would help. the torbie healer thinks as she pads out of camp again, mewing a small congratulations to each of the apprentices she sees. She heads deep into the pines, in search of any herbs that dare to rear their heads.

Pinepaw
Shecat | Apprentice | Territory | Tags: Greywing

Pinepaw pads next to her mentor, her head turning at every new bush, every new tree. She may have had her apprentice name for 3 moons, but she rarely was allowed onto the territory until now. A squirrel chitters above her head, and she dashes to the base of the tree. The brown tabby tuxedo tilts her head up at the squirrel, then pads a few trees away from it, stopping at a sturdy aspen. The squirrel watches, it's small black eyes glittering before it turns away, assuming the apprentice is no threat. Pinepaw bunches her haunches, then begins climbing up the tree, her cream claws digging into the bark.

((ughh accidentally edited my last post and turned it into this one.. grr.. here is a repost to let you know >.< #mobileissues
Puddles is open btw if anyone needs him))

[Katrione]

Soaringbird settled outside of the nursery, tucking her paws under her chest and curling her tail against her hind legs, her head lowered slightly and her eyes closed. The pure white Queen opened her eyes every once in a while to make sure Cricketkit and Flamingkit weren't getting under anybody's paws or getting themselves into trouble like they usually do.

Cricketkit pounced on Flamingkit, wrestling her pure white litter-mate to the ground. Flamingkit squeaked loudly, batting up her her black and white sister with her tiny paws. "Get off me!" Flamingkit giggled. Cricketkit giggled at well, nipping Flamingkit's ear before hopping off, clamping her paw down on Flamingkit's bright ginger tail.

Rustpaw looked up from where he was eating a pigeon, watching the kits with his warm amber eyes before taking another bite from the bird, looking around for Ravenfrost as he ate.

[zliti]

Greywing watched her with wide eyes. "Pinepaw, be careful!" She called, though made no attempt to follow her. Unless she slips, I'll watch her tactic from the ground. This in mind, she sat and curled her tail lightly around her paws, muscles tensed beneath her pelt as she stayed ready. I wonder if Puddlestar truly believes I am the best choice for deputy, or if he simply chose on the spot. The thought hurt, and she shook her head. No, choosing deputy comes with a lot of thought. Plus, Graniteslip was his best friend, of course he's going to be distant. The previous deputy had mysteriously disappeared, leaving Puddlestar without a deputy and crushed.

Writers block, sorry!))

[eltonn]

[quote="seedcakes"]

Puddlestar
Tom | Leader | Pineroots | Tags: open

Puddlestar curls up in his nest, his tail tip flicking over his nose. The cold wind was harsh, and his short fur wasn't the best protection against it. At least my den is warm. he thinks before drifting off into sleep. A moment later his eyes snap open. Sunlight filters into the den, and a warm breeze brings scents of prey. Starclan? What news could they possibly have? An oddity catches his eye. A bush, with thorns curved like claws. Something was caught in the branches. A feather? No. Flecked grey fur, like stone. Graniteslip? Realization hits him like a rockslide. Graniteslip is in Starclan. He sways on his paws before everything goes dark. Puddlestar blinks open his eyes for a second time, however now in his den. He turns in his nest, attempting to find a more comfortable position. What that just a dream... or was Graniteslip trying to tell me something?

Eveningleaf
Shecat | Med | Camp | Tags: open

Eveningleaf peers at the approaching clouds. The snow will start falling soon. She turns, checking the stores. Almost out of dandelion leaves, I might as well go look for a few. Maybe some marigold too. Anything would help. the torbie healer thinks as she pads out of camp again, mewing a small congratulations to each of the apprentices she sees. She heads deep into the pines, in search of any herbs that dare to rear their heads.

Pinepaw
Shecat | Apprentice | Territory | Tags: Greywing

Her eyes holding steady on her goal, Pinepaw pulls herself up the aspen tree, pausing on a branch level with the squirrel. It tilts its fuzzy head, confused with the shecats behavior. Pinepaw crouches, then leaps, landing a tree closer to the squirrel. She scrambles across it, reaching the trunk before transitioning onto a different branch, which extended into the canopy of the tree next to the squirrel's. She slips, a small squeak emitting from her as she hangs off the branch. The squirrel starts, and backs up, but realization is slow for him. The cat intruged him, and he wanted to know what she would do before he ran. With a grunt, Pinepaw heaves herself back onto the branch, and bounds to a branch reaching above the squirrel. Too late, the squirrel turns to run, and Pinepaw drops down on it, her claws digging into it. A crack sounds as the squirrel's bones break from the impact. The brown tabby tuxedo picks it up in her jaws, purring with pride. "I got it!" she calls down to Greywing, her tail waving. Now how do I get down....?

((Ok I got this really random idea that whenever Pinepaw visits Starclan or has a vision, the squirrel is in the corner of her eye, taunting her, but when she turns its gone. Because why not x3))

[Fortune's Fool]

Vipereye | Tom | Warrior | //Littlepaw
"Impressive." Vipereye purred, walking up to his apprentice after the mouse was hers. "I think that's a good enough demonstration for now, don't you?" It was enough for him to see about where she was at ability wise. He made a thoughtful noise then, his ear flicking lightly. "You can make the decision on whether you show me your fishing or climbing first, but I want to see both." He said finally. "We'll save fighting for last." He had never been good with the concept of mock-fights. He needed a moment or two to... make sure he was in the right state of mind for that.


Birchpaw | Tom | Apprentice | //Brackenlake
Birchpaw gave a small nod at that, his tail twitching back and forth in anticipation for the conversation. He knew his strengths and weaknesses well enough, after all. He should be able to explain it to Brackenlake when asked.

[ςhαηzα]

Brackenlake

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Tom
Eighteen moons
Warrior
Feeling Fine
Location: Hunting Grounds
Tags: Birchpaw
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 The tom purred quietly, and began walking towards the hunting grounds, he lightly tapped his tail on Birchpaw's shoulder, gesturing him to begin walking.

[~.Buttspie.~]

Littlepaw - She-cat - 10 moons - Apprentice - Tags: Vipereye
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The she-cat visibly flinched as Vipereye mentioned fishing. Last time she went fishing, she fell in and got a cold. Climbing was more her style, and she grateful that he would hold fighting for last. Littlepaw nodded to her mentor, then looked around for a good sized tree. After a moment, she settled for one close by. She gripped it with her claws, and started to climb. She stumbled a few times, maybe let out a small pant or two before she made it to the closest branch from the ground - around eight feet in the air perhaps.

[starlight,]

Rαveɴғroѕт

Ravenfrost padded over to Rustpaw after eating a mouse, drawing his tongue over his muzzle. "Come along, Rustpaw," He mewed, signaling with his tail to follow him. "We're going to visit the territory." he led the way across the brambles into the forest, remembering his first time coming out here as an apprentice.

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Frostpool was purring loudly as the ceremony ended, padding over to get herself a fat piece of prey to celebrate, selecting a thrush and eating it, wondering if anyone would come talk to her or congratulate her.

[zliti]

Greywing had been lost in her own thoughts and took a moment to respond to Pinepaw. "What?" She studied the apprentice, catching sight of the squirrel and smiling. "Well done!" She called before seeing her hesitation. She's never climbed that high, has she? This'll be fun. "Do you not know how to get down? Pinepaw, you must think of these things before rushing in!" She said in amusement, flicking her tail as she looked up at the young she-cat. "Do you see that limb under you? Jump on that, it should hold your weight!"

My posts just keep getting worse, I'm sorry!))

[eltonn]

Puddlestar
Tom | Leader | Pineroots | Tags: open

Puddlestar stands slowly, stretching. He yawns, not feeling very well rested. The blue leader pads out of his den. He sits at the entrance, watching his clanmates go about their daily work. He tilts his head up when he notices the snowfall. From Willowclan, I assume.

Eveningleaf
Shecat | Med | Camp | Tags: open

As the flakes start drifting down, Eveningleaf decides to head for home. She turns, padding back to camp with the herbs bundles in her jaws. She mentally goes through what she found. Marigold, Bindweed, Cobweb, Blessed Thistle, Coltsfoot, Horsetail, Burdock Root, Comfry, a few Poppy Seeds, Tansy, Tormentil. No catmint, though. Here's to hoping no one gets whitecough this leafbare.

Pinepaw
Shecat | Apprentice | Territory | Tags: Greywing

Pinepaw nods, the squirrel secured in her jaws. She drops down onto said branch, waving slightly as she lands before she steadies herself. Pinepaw looks to her mentor before dropping down another branch. Her tail waves from side to side with pride from her catch. The brown tuxedo tabby pads to the tree's trunk, lifting her front paws and placing them on it. She swings her hindquarters onto the trunk, her claws digging into the course bark. Pinepaw shimmies down the trunk down to the ground, then leaps off onto the springy moss. A small flake falls from the sky, landing on her head. "I think the snow is starting!"

((snow is starting! and we may or may not have a gathering soon))