CinnamonSwirl - They/Them - Ace + Pan - 28 Moons
CinnamonSwirl chuckled. "LarkWing is correct and it's ok! FalconFeather, FalconFlight, Larkwing and MinnowPaw are all my siblings! Who are yours?" The cinnamon cat purred in questioning.
"At least I got one" she purred softly, "Mine are Foxmoon who is 3 litters older so hes an elder. Whisperskull is dead but hes also from his litter, and Weepinglight which is who Weepingkit is named after. Hawksun who is 2 litters older. Ravensight who was in Hawksun's litter...but...he passed away." Brightnight lowered her beautiful blue eyes for a moment then gave a small smile, "And my last sibling is in my litter and her name is Williowtail because of how long her tail is! I'll take you to meet them all soon....i-if you'd like." Brightnight stuttered the last part as she felt she was taking it a bit fast. Looking up to Cinnamonswirl she whispered. "I know this is random but...your really pretty...like really pretty."
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"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
"At least I got one" she purred softly, "Mine are Foxmoon who is 3 litters older so hes an elder. Whisperskull is dead but hes also from his litter, and Weepinglight which is who Weepingkit is named after. Hawksun who is 2 litters older. Ravensight who was in Hawksun's litter...but...he passed away." Brightnight lowered her beautiful blue eyes for a moment then gave a small smile, "And my last sibling is in my litter and her name is Williowtail because of how long her tail is! I'll take you to meet them all soon....i-if you'd like." Brightnight stuttered the last part as she felt she was taking it a bit fast. Looking up to Cinnamonswirl she whispered. "I know this is random but...your really pretty...like really pretty."
CinnamonSwirl - They/Them - Ace + Pan - 28 Moons
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CinnamonSwirl listened to BrightNight. 'How tragic!' They thought as the pretty she-cat mentioned her lost siblings. "I'd love to meet them!" The swirled and spotted cinnamon cat purred, tail flicking slowly. The cat was caught off gaurd by the compliment. They hadn't heard that in quite a while! "Thanks..." They purred softly, gaze melting into a soft smile.
CinnamonSwirl listened to BrightNight. 'How tragic!' They thought as the pretty she-cat mentioned her lost siblings. "I'd love to meet them!" The swirled and spotted cinnamon cat purred, tail flicking slowly. The cat was caught off gaurd by the compliment. They hadn't heard that in quite a while! "Thanks..." They purred softly, gaze melting into a soft smile.
Brightnight purred lightly, "Well over here." she mewed, leading Cinnamonswirl over to an elder who licked her ear. "This is Foxmoon." she purred.
Foxmoon gave a small purr, "Greetings Cinnamonswirl."
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Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan!
"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
rushwater had slipped into camp, a large wad of moss in his jaws. with the camp so new, he'd not had time to really fluff up his nest in the way he needed it (being a shortfurred cat had its disadvantages, namely not having enough cushioning to stop your elbows from being sore every morning or having enough warmth in the cold season) and the stiffness in his bones make it clear he'd have to do better if he wanted to keep working at 100%. he ducked into the warrior den not long after a vaugely familiar warrior.
what he was not expecting was to be practically slapped in the face with someones tail. he recoiled from the sudden touch, and bit down on the moss, causing a few pieces to slip from his mouth and fall. the other tom turned and apologized, and rushwater saw recognition flit across his expression. the blue-grey tabby tom ducked past, mumbling: "its alright,"
he dropped the moss in his nest and turned back to- it took a heartbeat or two for him to remember his warrior name -nightfluff. they'd been friends a long while back, right? rushwater narrowed his eyes at him though not unkindly, simply observing. he hadn't retained many friends past apprenticeship, and it was no secret (nor was it hard to notice) that he didn't make many friends either. perhaps it was due to his stoicism, which often times tends to drive all but the most determined away. he didn't take kindly to those who try too hard either-
regardless, his ear flicked and he spoke again, "it's been a while, nightfluff," not that they didn't see eachother around camp or on patrols, but it'd been a long time since either had said anything more than 'hello' to one another. rushwater wondered why that was for a moment, but the answer came to him.
it was his fault. it always was. workaholic was one word for him- restless was more accurate, though. restless in work, and especially in relationships. most people couldn't keep up with him, and despite being comparable to a seemingly calm river gently babbling along, the undertow was merciless and rapid. rushwater was a fitting name.
"if you weren't headed to your nest, i might ask you to go and hunt with me, catch up like old times," he hadn't meant it as a genuine offer since he assumed nightfluff was headed to lie down- it was more so out of politeness, but he wouldn't take the offer back if it were accepted either.
he wasn't the biggest fan of smalltalk, but he could suffer through if he must. such was clan life, he supposed.
[sorry this is late! been busy,]
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grousepaw is shadowclan's medicine cat apprentice
they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
Treepaw turned to Hazelpaw, his name? What's a name- oh wait, his name. He realized he forgot what a name was for a second. How was he supossed to be an apprentice if he couldn't even remember what a name was? How stupid was he, really?
' ' I'm Treepaw, your Hazelpaw, right? ' ' He said, trying to sound cheerful.
⊹⥞ HazelPaw ⥟⊹ || She/Her | RC Apprentice | 6M | 17 || Short furred brown spotted she-cat with hazel eyes
Hazelpaw nods slowly, "Yeah! Nice to meet you TreePaw." She smiled softly before trying to pick up one of the
stacks. "Where do these go?"
*-Larkwing-*
She/her | 17 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Larkwing took up a position at the entrance of camp, watching those coming and going, sitting sentry while daily life went about as normal for everyone else. It felt like things were finally settling back into routine, and life was returning to normal. For now, she'd made it her job to guard the entrance to camp, keeping track of who was coming and going, making sure she could detect no threats. Inside camp's walls, she could hear kits in the nursery, being rowdy as they always were, and the murmured conversations of warriors and apprentices drifted to her ears, the actual content of the conversations lost in the wind - not that she was planning on listening in to some of them anyway.
Bitterberry RiverClan Clearing - Moonhigh She / Her
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Bitterberry stood in the clearing beside the camp entrance. She had been posted as night guard from Moonhigh to dawn, and was promised a rest in the morning. She looked up as a cat approached her.
Bitterberry RiverClan Clearing - Moonhigh She / Her
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Bitterberry stood in the clearing beside the camp entrance. She had been posted as night guard from Moonhigh to dawn, and was promised a rest in the morning. She looked up as a cat approached her.
Pricklestep yawned and walked over to the other warrior. "Hello"
Pricklestep yawned and walked over to the other warrior. "Hello"
Bitterberry's head shot up. Her amber eyes narrowed slightly against the moonlight and she waved her tail in greeting as she noticed that it was just Pricklestep.
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