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• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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Sootfur stepped down? Springpaw’s lapis blue hues welled with concern and worry for the tom-cat that had decided to step down, frowning immensely at the thought. Sure, it was definitely disappointing to know that one of ThunderClan’s greatest warriors had stepped down from such an honorable position, but she supposed it was going to be something that would’ve evidently happened at some point. The tom had been looking rather glum for the past few moons; mainly regarding the fact that his mate was missing. Springpaw didn’t know much about love life, nor did she ever have any interest towards it, but hopefully the tom-cat had some sort of peace after stepping down from such a prestigious position. Maybe eventually some of the cats in her clan could eventually offer themselves up as a possible Hornet in replacement for Sootfur? It seemed to be that a lot of cats were trying to offer themselves up for the task, and all it caused was a jitter of uncomfort swirl through Springpaw’s belly. Would they be able to handle the task better than those last warriors did? Hopefully, because it seemed that a lot of cats were trying to offer themselves up for becoming an Hornet—especially apprentices. Gosh, there were so many cats offering themselves. What in the world was Bumblestar going to do to handle that?

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• Lambpaw •
long-furred, round-bodied, dark brown flame-sepia point tom with icy blue eyes; singular white spot on chest
Purrks: N/A
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Hmm. Something about somebody named Sooty stepping down. Something about Hornets being needed. Something about Spidey, Gentle, and Aster. The flame-point wasn’t really exactly listening on with what the leader was saying, far too dazed out with staring at a late firefly that almost landed atop of his little brown nose, making him giggle at its sudden appearance. The little guy was always distracted so easily.

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• Snowbird •
medium-furred, lithe, snow-white molly with heterochromatic blue-and-green eyes
Purrks: N/A
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“Well, that’s a shame, really. I surely hope the darling does better with his retirement.” The petite feline mewed, whisking the tip of her snow-white tail as she flashed a sympathetic look towards the direction of Sootfur, silently wishing him luck. Hornets were a huge necessity for the clan, and if the snow-furred molly was being honest, she didn’t have much of an interest in becoming an Hornet, or even bothering to offer up the responsibility. It felt like it would only cause a strain on the gentle molly and she was absolutely certain that she didn’t want anything ruining her perfect, snow-white coat. She was just as pretty and prissy like that; she liked to remain clean and petite unlike most cats. Disgusting things like dirt and grime were absolutely nasty to her, as they only ruined her perfect coat and made her look rather ‘unladylike’. She preferred to look pretty and beautiful instead.

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