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Smoke: Bowing his head, the large tom smiled gratefully. "Thank you." He meowed, flicking his ears. His tail tip twitched once more, the feather-like appendage whisping. "My name is Smoke, by the way." He said, slightly amused with the young cat's fierceness. He opened his maw to scent the air, and could smell the scents of two other clan cats. Each smelled, for the most part, the same, but, with this young she-cat before him, he finally noticed they all had their own scents intermingled within their clan scent.

Crow: Above, Crow's black ears remained pricked, his maw opened. He watched the tip of his brother's tail flick, a singal of all clear. He let out a soft sigh, and glanced around the forest, his advantage of height allowing him to see around them. He kept watch for other clan cats ready to alert his brother if need be.

OOC: Can we pick this back up tomorrow? I have to get up early so I should get some sleep

Cloudtuft|Tom|Straight|Love interest: Open|Kin: Thornfoot|Interaction: Sagepaw, Nightflare, and Honeypool

Cloudtuft nodded his head at Sagepaw's wise words. She was an exceptional apprentice who was wise beyond her years. She is old enough to receive her warrior name too, he thought to himself. But it wasn't his duty to report to Stormstar about an apprentice that wasn't his unless she does an exceptional job at hunting today. He swung his broad white head towards where Honeypool had just caught a vole and smirked. "Nice catch Honeypool. We are right by the river too so this is perfect timing." Cloudtuft spoke although he had a slight tone of fear in his voice. He absolutely hated the water and refused to get his paws wet. Maybe the rest of the patrol won't really care if I just hunt by the river and not in it, the large white tom thought to himself. I also don't want to be viewed as weak though in front of my clanmates, Cloudtuft shivered at his thoughts.

Snowpaw || Apprentice || She-Cat

Interacting With: Smoke

The white she-cat nodded, "I'm Snowpaw." She jumped slightly as she

heard one of her clanmates call her name. "I have to go, so don't linger

around hear for too long or they'll be able to catch your scent." With an

amused glance she eyes the birch tree. "And tell your friend that the same

rules apply to him." She quickly began her work to cover up the scent of

the rogues, almost regretfully so. And gave one last glance to Smoke.

Snowpaw || Apprentice || She-Cat

Interacting With: Coldleap and Cloudheart

The white she-cat's ears perked up as she rushed to cover the scent

of the rogues. "You need to go, now," she hissed softly. Feeling

guilty that she hadn't caught anything, shequickly made her way

back through the bush and to her clanmates."I thought I smelled another

rogue," she spoke to Coldleap, "but it was a bit stale and not from

recently." She felt horrible lying to her clanmate, but for some reason

she felt as if she was doing the right thing. Her scent would cover most

of Smoke's, making it seem like he had been there at sunrise rather

than when she had found him. She let out a purr of amusement, trying to

make it seem like nothing had happened. "I had almost caught a squirrel,

but it heard me when I was approaching."

Cloudtuft|Tom|Straight|Love interest: Open|Kin: Thornfoot|Interaction: Honeypool

Cloudtuft seemed to miss the fact that Honeypool blushed at his praise because he was too deep in his thoughts and worries. The muscular white tom shook out his fluffy white coat and locked gazes with Honeypool before saying "I'm okay, I'm fine." Cloudtuft tried to sound confident in his words but he couldn't help the slight fear in his tone. He moved closer to Honeypool so he could whisper "I have a fear of water and swimming so I'd just prefer to hunt beside the river." Cloudtuft sighed inwardly and looked down at his paws full of shame.

Cloudtuft smiled at her joke and then meowed "I'd look like a fluffy white bush if I went in there." Cloudtuft laughed a little. He liked that he wasn't the only one who had a fear of the water. " Then I guess you and I can hunt beside the river while your brother gets wet." Cloudtuft lightly gave her a playful shove back with a little laugh. The white tom then opened his mouth to pick up any trace of any prey that could be around.

Cloudtuft|Tom|Straight|Love interest: Open|Kin: Thornfoot|Interaction: Honeypool

Cloudtuft had also picked up the scent of rabbit and noticed that Honeypool was going for it when she went into a crouch. The broad white tom went around the bend and made sure his scent didn't go along the breeze and the rabbit didn't pick it up. He waited for Honeypool to go for the rabbit so he could wistfully get the rabbit right into his paws.

Smoke: Nodding, Smoke dipped his head. "Thank you, Snowpaw. I'm glad to see some of the clan cats can be friendly." He meowed, licking his ashen chest fur. The tom purred in amusement, his gaze flicking into the leaves of the birch. "My brother, Crow. He's a horrible hider." He meowed, chuckling. "That, or you just have good eyes." The tom commented, his amber gaze falling once more onto Snowpaw. Feathery tail siwshing through the air, Smoke's amber gaze turned skyward, falling on a dark mass at the top of the birch tree. A clamor sounded as Crow slid down the trunk, his pale yellow eyes narrowed and fixed on the apprentice as he descended. Landing beside his brother, the black tom meowed a greeting. As the faint call of another cat echoed through the trees, Smoke's amber gaze snapped back to Snowpaw, his fur bristling. Lurching forward, the tom touched his nose to the smaller cat's shoulder in both thanks and farewell, and turned, nodding to his brother. The two took off in the opposite direction, moving swiftly and silently into the forest.

Crow: Ears perked, the black tom listened to the conversation below him. He still didn't entirely trust the small clan cat, but would not interfere. At her comment, his eyes narrowed, and he let out a huff. His brother's comment caused him to let out a little chuff of laughter, his tail swaying to help him keep his balance. Watching Smoke once more, the black tom began to climb down the tree at his brother's signal. The black tom scurried down the trunk, a bit of bark falling as he descended. He landed with a thump beside his brother, his pale gaze fixed on the apprentice. Flicking his tail in greeting, the tom perked his ears, opening his maw to check his surroundings. The sound of a distant voice made his hackles rise. Looking to Smoke, the black tom's claws slid out, his pale yellow gaze scanning the forest quickly. He flicked his tail in farewell to the she-cat, and followed his brother into the forest, black, feathery tail streaming behind him.

Cloudtuft|Tom|Straight|Love interest: Open|Kin: Thornfoot|Interaction: Open

Cloudtuft went into a crouch as he acknowledged that Honeypool was bringing the rabbit straight to him. He bunched his hindquarters in anticipation of the rabbit coming through the bush and as soon as it came through Cloudtuft leaped right onto it. He gave a swift killing bite to the neck and the rabbit went limp. Cloudtuft swung his broad white head up to look at Honeypool and he smiled.

The muscular white tom meowed without realizing that what he said was sort of flirtatious.

Snowpaw || Apprentice || She-Cat

Interacting With: Smoke

Snowpaw nodded, still stunned from what had

previously happened. Her shoulder burned where

Smoke had touched it. She shook her head- Coldleap

was right, she had an assessment to think about.

"Got it," she mewed, "It won't happen again, Coldleap."

Smoke: Feeling far enough away from the clan cats, Smoke slower his pace, first trotting, the walking, then halting. He turned, Crow slowing to a halt beside him. "Those clan cats, huh?" He meowed, looking toward his black littermate quizzically. Ears pricked, the black smoke tom still kept part of his attention on the surrounding forest, wary of every little sound that came from the trees around them.

Crow: Slowing to a halt beside Smoke, the black tom flicked his ears, and scented the air. The scent of the clan cats still hung in the air, but seemed not as fresh where they were. He assumed they were close to the border. Turning toward his brother, the tom smiled. "You seem to like them, at least." He joked, earning a playful nudge from his brother.