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Mintpaw (she/her)
Riverclan ❍ 11 moons
White and gray siamese with blue eyes
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https://i.ibb.co/fpzh8gK/Mintpaw.png

Mintpaw followed Tinystorm to the camp entrance, blinking silently as a way to communicate that she was focused and ready. She would have gone hunting anyway, but a contest sounded fun in her ears. She genuinely hoped that Slatestripe would join because her mentor had seen her hunt only once or twice and she wanted to prove to him how much progress she'd made.

However, glancing around, she couldn't catch a hint of his gray-striped pelt anywhere. Shoulders drooping slightly in disappointment, she sat down to wait patiently for others to gather so they could depart as soon as possible. Even like that, she would have a lot to do this morning. She didn't need any distraction, she told herself.

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[ @BEAR. ]

Flintfang
He/Him

An escape. Something to put his mind on. So many moons had drifted idly by, and Flintfang ought to at least put in the effort to help his Clan in a way they deserved. It was easy to fall into the depressing old habits. The endless routine of doing nothing and trying to cope with it. He missed Goldenpaw. Missed his best friend with all his heart, even if her betrayal felt like a million sharp needles. And then Pebblefoot, who too had disappeared without a trace. Without the support of his sisters during this trying time, putting his mind on something else would no doubt be easier. Easing after Tinystorm as the older warrior called the group out of camp, Flintfang tipped his head in silent greeting as he approached the forming group of cats. "I'll partake." He murmured after a moment, tail swishing.

[ @BEAR. - Tinystorm ]