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Golden Wing stepped out from his nest and looked around the camp at the cats already stirring. He flicked his tail anxiously, ready for the day to begin. He dipped his head to Owl Claw as he approached from the den. The younger tom reminded Golden Wing a lot of himself when he was first coming to be a soldier. “Morning,” he said formally, tucking his tail close to him. Communication wasn’t his strong suit, especially so early in the day.

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We don’t even know what we’re fighting for. —— tags. Summer Dream  

Silver Dove had long been up by the time the other soldiers rose from their beds. She found it relaxing to watch the sun rise around them, bringing the camp to life. The she-cat bounded happily around the camp greeting the other tribe members that were gathering around the fresh kill pile. “Good morning, Ghost Song,” Silver Dove exclaimed cheerfully when the tom approached the pile of food. She twitched her ear, feeling a gaze fall among her. Curious, she glanced up to see Northern Winds scanning the camp. She briefly thought back to the kindness he had shown her back when they were only cadets. Almost immediately, the thought was pushed from Silver Dove’s mind, as she turned her attention back to Owl Claw. After all, that was a very long time ago.

"speech."

I’m gonna love you, like I’m gonna lose you. —— tags. sparkofgrey  

Leah Eleanor Radley

Leah looked around wide eyed at the large house that was occupied by what seemed to be over a hundred people. Her apprehension seemed to be noticed by her comrade, because the look was returned with a laugh. Leah gave Charlie a halfhearted smile as she followed her to a less crowded part of the house. The tattoo-covered people in there were sitting around on sofas talking, and some were taking swigs out of a bottle of alcohol.

Leah nervously tugged at the hem of her dress, as it was a bit shorter than she was used to. She was doing her best to avoid eye contact with everyone, but unfortunately, her eye’s caught those of a girl with deep pink highlights, leaned up against a guy whose muscles threatened to rip through his shirt.

The girl, Hanna, looked from Leah to Charlie before laughing. “Who the hell did you bring in here, Charlie? She’s seems to be a bit of a prude, wouldn’t you say, Benji?” She said, batting her lashes at the guy she perched herself on.

Leah could feel her face heating up, unsure of how she even appeared to be a prude. Was it because she didn’t have tattoos, or maybe the way she kept pulling at the bottom of her dress, begging it to be just an inch or two longer. Is this what her college was going to be like?

Ooc; crummy first post- just wanted to get the ball rolling!

Leah Eleanor Radley

Leah felt as though she had entered into a foreign country when she stepped into the threshold of the frat house. Music was blaring so loud, she couldn’t even hear herself think. The pungent smell of alcohol filled her nose only moments after walking it— it was quite putrid to be honest. Leah was completely out of her element, and judging by her comrades nudge and seemingly inaudible laugh, it was more than noticeable.

She followed her roommate into a more secluded room where a group that Leah presumed to be x’s friends. The room was smoky, but a little less loud than the room before, thankfully. She could feel curious eyes on her, but Leah only managed to meet eyes with one girl with deep blue highlights in her hair, that was perched upon a guy with brown hair, and rather muscular arms.

The group of eyes on her made Leah even more uncomfortable. She tugged at the bottom of her dress, begging it to be a few inches longer. She made a mental note to herself that borrowing her roommates clothes may not be the best idea for the future. Leah won a scoff from the girl with colored hair, Brooke, as she pulled the fabric. “Where the hell did you get this girl?” Her eyes flashed from Leah to x. “Doesn’t she seem like such a prude, Collin?” She acted as though she was going to lower her voice, but everyone in the room could hear her.

Leah bit the inside of her cheeks, and dropped her gaze to the ground. This was not the start she was hoping for. Was this what college was going to be like for her? Maybe she should just stick to her studies, like she normally would.

Carter Matthews

^{Waking up early in the mornings was no foreign concept to Carter. No alarm was needed, and usually at the same time everyday, including today, he threw the blanket off of him, leaving it disorganized all over the bed. Making the bed never made sense to Carter— after all, you just slept in it at the end of the day anyway. He rubbed his eyes to wake himself up before sauntering over to his dresser and pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants alongside a white t-shirt.}

^{As per his morning ritual, he turned on the coffee pot and fetched the paper from the front door, where Rufus was excitedly spinning in circles, waiting to go outside. He always seemed more excited than his usual sleepy self during these early mornings, but Carter never questioned it. He opened the door wide enough to let the rambunctious dog through, and patted his head as he darted out. He watched as Rufus immediately ran to the end of the yard and wagged his tail as though he were waiting for something.}

^{Carter closed the door, not questioning his dogs strange behaviors, and walked back to see the coffee pot filled with the liquid gold that gave him the energy to get through the day. He poured himself a cup, and just as he was about to sit down and read, he heard barking coming from Rufus. Nine times out of ten, the only cause for Rufus’ outbursts were caused by suspicious characters. Carter raised an eyebrow and instinctively grabbed the metal baseball bad that was with the rest of his gear by the front door.}

^{Through the door he could see someone standing by Rufus, and immediately thought someone was trying to steal his dog. He burst through the front door and was met by a wide eyed much smaller woman, who was clearly in fear. It was evident that a woman of her stature was not a dog thief, but just as he went to release his bat, the woman went to dash away, but instead fell.}

^{Carter couldn’t help but let out a bit of a laugh at her plea for mercy as he jogged over to her. He offered her a hand and a warmer-than-chasing-with-a-baseball-bat grin. “Sorry about that, I’m a little overprotective of Rufus,” he said, nodding towards his dog. I hope I didn’t scare you too bad.” The way the woman ran was clear enough that he terrified her, but he knew he would never hurt a woman. As the woman gathered herself to her feet, he quite literally had to look down at her, as she was what seemed like nearly a foot shorter than he. She was pretty, though, that was guaranteed. Her eyes screamed for him to believe her innocence, even though he was already sure of it.}