Okay! I'll just hop in in now then, and is it fine if Shallowgaze was the mother of my character?
Marrowpaw slowly exited the den, her olive green eyes narrowed against the morning light. She stood there for a moment trying to get her bearings, as she was never a morning person, before moving to the freshkill pile. Her grey dappled fur was still ruffled and she made no move to fix it, at least not yet.
Okay! I'll just hop in in now then, and is it fine if Shallowgaze was the mother of my character?
Marrowpaw slowly exited the den, her olive green eyes narrowed against the morning light. She stood there for a moment trying to get her bearings, as she was never a morning person, before moving to the freshkill pile. Her grey dappled fur was still ruffled and she made no move to fix it, at least not yet.
Yes, that's fine! Yay, Shallowgaze has a daughter!
Shallowgaze glanced over to the side seeing as though more and more cats were getting up and making their way over to the fresh-kill pile to get something to eat. This time though, Shallowgaze saw her daughter Marrowpaw come over to get something to munch on. Shallowgaze chuckled when she saw her daughter's face. "Sleep well or do you need more?" she chuckled.
Powerful jaws parted in a yawn as the large, scarred cream tabby exited his den and glanced up at the morning sky. Gunmetal gray optics flicked slowly around camp, taking in the rising activity that flowered quickly with waking cats. A long sigh left the tom as he padded across camp towards a puddle of water. Bending down, he lapped at the water briefly before heading back towards the entrance of his den. Since becoming leader, Steelstar came to realize how quickly things could go badly, losing many of his clan mates and ones he cared for over the seasons. Responsibilities bore down on the older tom, the age showing in his tired eyes.
Curled up in his nest, the grey and white tom writhed with the commotion of a nightmare. "Dewpaw... Fireberry.." the tom mewed softly, finally snapping up with a sharp breath in. Blinking, Tangleberry glanced around the medicine den, rising to his paws after his eyes adjusted to the dark. Letting out a soft sigh, the tom padded out of the medicine den and was greeted by a bright sun in the distant sky, its light illuminating his silhouette as he padded towards the camp entrance.
The pale Bengal tom was rarely ever with his clan in camp anymore, his place now residing on the right side of the Hushed River, in the Meadow. A circle of flattened grass and dirt revealed to be the senior warrior's everlasting seat. Since his sister's death and his adopted kit, Sparrowclaw, breaking away from him, Komodofate felt useless. He used to be so energetic and strong-willed, his happiness welling when he was with those he loved. Orangekit and him were so close, and now, they were farther then ever. It seemed that Sparrowclaw was gone and no longer his kit, which left the tom broken.
Everyday, Komodofate would stare out into the meadow, his head tipped up to Starclan with silent prayers to bring back Pantherfrost, Minikit and Sparrowclaw. To his dismay, they were never answered. Though this, he went back to that same spot every sunrise and sat quietly, gazing to the sky with defeated azure eyes.
Curled up tightly in her nest, Webbedfire was awoken by the softest brush of moss across her nose. Twitching, she let out a huff and stretched out her long limbs, her stubby tail flicking slightly. Her bright amber eyes finally opened into the dark den, casting a filmy light in the dimness. Lifting herself from her nest, she emerged from the warriors den and into the daylight, the sun streaming so brightly that it made the ginger striped in her pelt blaze like a fire. A yawn parted her maw as she deliberately passed the fresh kill pile and seated herself a the camp entrance, her pelt brushing against the nettle and bracken thickets that made up the walls surrounding their living space. She patiently awaited a patrol, eager to start her morning off with some exercise
The growing noises of her clanmate's clustering together and talking woke the tri-colored Balinese she-cat up with a start. Her vibrant azure blue eyes flickered open and shut a few times before she gathered herself up and exited the warriors den.
"Need more," The apprentice drowsily replied, her maw opening in the form of a yawn. Her pink-padded paws pushed prey away in a picky manner, her eyes brightening as she caught sight of what she wanted. She picked the bird up, a bit smooshed from being buried under other pieces of prey and settled beside her mother. "But I wanted to go on a morning patrol so I got up early." She mumbled, beginning to eat.
Spiritecho twitched his tail llightly, and padded over to Mountainfoot. "Do you think you could lead a hunting patrol?" The deputy asked.
Silvermist leaped up as Redpaw halted next to her. She made herself comfortable again and lay down once more. "Good morning, Redpaw." She mewed.
Fadingberry giggled and gave her sister a light cuff on her ear. The warrior warmly looked at Redpaw. "Good morning!" She cheerfully smiled.
Fernpaw calmly sat down outside the apprentice den. She looked up in surprise as Redpaw almost hit Silvermist. She laughed a bit, then made herself a neat and comfortable place to sit.
Darkpaw watched Cinderkit leap onto Tigerkit. Tigerkit batted his sister playfully, and they rolled around the grass together. He smirked slightly, then yawned and stretched his limbs. The black apprentice's muscles rippled under his thick fur. He licked his jaws, then watched the kits play for some more.
Cinderkit leaped onto her brother. She landed on him, and ducked when he swat at her with his large front paws. They kicked at each other playfully, then rolled around in the grass. Cinderkit yowled in victory as Tigerkit panted and gave up.
May I play a leader?
A pretty dark gray she-cat padded out of her den. She observed the kits playing with an amused expression. Hollystar padded over to Steelstar, the other leader. "Good morning." she greeted him.
I would like to have the 3rd spot for deputy please. Form coming up
Meet Littlefoot!!
Littlefoot was sitting just outside the medicine den, reorganizing a few herbs. She looked up at Tangleberry as her mentor awoke and stepped out of the den. "Good morning. I heard you calling out in your sleep again. Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently, knowing a cat's past could sometimes be a touchy subject.
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Marrowpaw eventually finished eating and bid her mother goodbye, looking around for something to do. She realized that she didn't properly groom herself and quickly did that before she decided to interact anyone. She looked around a bit noticing her fellow apprentices and approached Fernpaw. "Morning," She greeted in a friendly manner.
Greeted by his fellow leader, Hollystar, Steelstar dipped his head in return, not as enthusiastic as he would've liked. That short faze of his life was over. All he had left was this leadership, then he would gladly go to Starclan when the time came to return back to his family. The grotesque scars cutting across his neck and chest were indications of close-calls with death; but sometimes, the tom wished they weren't just that. Forcing a smile, the cream tabby tom turned back to Hollystar "Morning, Hollystar"
Tangleberry, too lost in thought hadn't noticed Littlefoot until she spoke to him. Had I been talking in my sleep again? Did I say something to give away my secret? the old tom panicked internally, managing to keep a calm expression through his worry. "Erm, no that's alright. Nothing to worry about, just dreaming about cats of my past" he mewed politely, giving the white fur on his chest a few embarrassed licks. As not to let any suspicion rise, the grey and white feline flicked his tail towards the entrance of camp "Is there any herbs we need to stock up on? I was just heading out" he inquired, hoping to busy himself.
Littlefoot wasn't sure she quite believed Tangleberry, but decided not to press the issue. "I'd like to get some more ragwort," she said as she bundle up the herbs to put them back. After a few moments, the color point female reemerged from the den with a cheerful smile. "Alright, old cat, let's go!" she said as she bounded toward the entrance like a kit. Littlefoot had never told Tangleberry, but she was very fond of the older tom, thinking of him like a father, since she'd never known her own.
Ok, will rp soon
(Fadingberry can mentor Redpaw?)
Fadingberry nudged Silvermist, who muttered something to herself. "Lets go! Redpaw, wanna join the patrol?" She asked.
Spiritecho watched him leave, and he sat down looking at the grass.
Fernpaw looked over at Marrowpaw. "Hey Marrowpaw!" She smiled.
I like it! Also, Lilacfang can be a mentor c:
Tangleberry was visually relieved when Littoefoot didn't press the issue, quickly stating they needed ragwort and bounding away. The old tom let out a raspy purr of amusement as he padded off after her, pushing his worn bones to keep up with her. "Old? I've got plenty of seasons in me yet!" he exclaimed, a smile tweaking his maw as he cuffed her lightly over the ear.
Littlefoot bounded after her mentor happily. They padded through the forest until the trees dissipated into an expansive meadow, converted with wildflowers. "Alright, let's go get that ragwort," Littlefoot said, easily spotting the bright yellow flowers. The seal point cat walked over to a clump and began digging up the plant from the root, careful not to destroy any part of it.