WE WATCHED THE SUNSET // return from inactivity + open

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    The molly still hadn't been a member of DarkClan for as long as most of her clan-mates, but she was clearly adjusting well to clan life. Sumacpaw's formerly soft, fragile kittypet body was a little leaner and tougher now, though she bore a shallow, half-healed scratch on one cheek from a misstep while chasing a squirrel. At the moment she was carrying a plump little mouse and a much scrawnier sparrow toward the fresh-kill pile, her muscles aching slightly from her exertion. Hunting still didn't come naturally to the apprentice; she'd scared off another couple of mice and a bird before catching these two, and catching the sparrow had been more a matter of luck than it was skill.


    Still, it would still fill one of her clan-mates' bellies regardless of how she had caught it. Food was food, especially in leaf-bare. With a flick of her tail, the ginger tabby and white apprentice padded away from the fresh-kill pile, looking for someone to chat with before she snuck off for a—at least in her opinion—well-deserved nap. While Sumacpaw had learned plenty of the traditions and expectations of clan life, she was still struggling to make friends in her new home and knew relatively few of her clan-mates.


    /hey guys, sorry for being inactive for so long! moving back to college and starting my semester took up more time than I planned.

    "Nice catch, SumacPaw." CoalStreak complimented, giving the apprentice a smile. She missed her former apprentice, and there was no sight of him, just... the dissappearance always made her feel bad. She blamed herself, when it wasn't her fault AshPaw didnt stay in camp. Of course, his leg had just healed, he wanted to explore. It was like him.


    ObsidianStorm was, of course behind her, giving a look of emptiness. "Yeah, good job." he said. The emotionless male was gradually losing more and more of his old self. Coalstreak could see it, and it saddened her. She had tried, a lot lately to cheer him up. She didn't have the slightest why he was doing this. He didn't do it to Coalstreak, he never would be like this to her, only to others. "Was hunting fun?" CoalStreak asked, towards the former kittypet. It must've been different.

    "Thanks, Coalstreak, Obsidianstorm," the ginger tabby replied with a slight smile in the warriors' direction. Sumacpaw had joined the clan just before Ashpaw's disappearance, and had liked the other apprentice well enough during their one brief meeting. "Still no news about Ashpaw, I guess?"


    "Oh, I… wouldn't call it fun, exactly," she added, frustration leaking into her tone. "Let's just say, I'm not going to be winning any prizes for hunting anytime soon. At least I'm not coming back empty-pawed anymore."

    "No problem," The twins answered at the same time. Hearing of Ashpaw, once more, CoalStreak sighed and shook her head. "No, I have heard nothing sadly. Im sure he's alright." She replied, keeping her voice from sounding sad. It sounded a little confident at least. "Just... Somewhere."


    "We could help you," ObsidianStorm shot quickly. "If you need it, we aren't exactly the busiest in DarkClan." He murmered, staring off past SumacPaw. They werent, either. Coalstreak didn't have an apprentice anymore, and she was quite enjoying teaching someone what she knew, despite being a pushover.

    [align=center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0;text-align:justify;color:lightgrey;][ ooc ] that's fine! don't let roleplaying become a chore uwu


    It was good to see Sumacpaw making progress, but he wondered if Quinn was okay. Since his coma, and even before it, he hadn't seen her around as often as he wished. He wondered if he was just worried about her, or cared about her more than just a friend. But the tom decided he would dismiss the thought and decide he would listen to the conversation relating to Ashpaw. "If he was alive, he'd have come back. I don't think we'd be seeing him any time soon," he stated, though he didn't feel guilty at all for stating a fact. His eyes shifted to the fem's capture, and he pressed an encouraging smile. "To be fair, it's not the best season to hunt prey so anything caught is good enough to be praised over."
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