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    MILKPAW —

    ooc; it's totally cool!! either pronouns are fine


    Milkpaw brushed off Pipetpaw's hard glare for a ill-received joke. The other apprentice had always been prickly, especially towards her. Huffing in amusement at Smudgedpaw's joke she turned to glance out of the low-hanging bracken of their den. The pale tabby stretched with another smile shot toward Smudged, before slinking out from under the coarse branches of the entrance. He was excited to see what Whitecloud had planned for the day, especially with Stormdrop's supposed deputy naming.


               

    OTTERSPECK —

    Shaking himself with a sigh, Otterspeck took a proper look around the camp. Noting the absence of Stormdrop, he glanced up to their leader's den with a flick of his ears. He wondered if they'd consult him? Although, he was a medic not a warrior. He could be very well be a bad judge of what sort of leader this clan would need in the future. Humming the tom dragged himself up onto his sore paws, he had a few herbs to stock up on for the day. As well as checking in the nursery to make sure it was going smoothly.

               

    MILKPAW

    Milkpaw perked up from her spot beside her mentor, excitedly joining in the chant of their new deputy's name. Her sandy pelt fluffed out with excitement, as she bounced in her spot next to Whitecloud. "Can I go talk to her?" he mewed softly to his mentor, feeling like they might burst out of their pelt.

               


    OTTERSPECK

    The brown tabby tom dipped his head toward Halfheart, from his place at the side of the pond. He hesitated before joining in with his clan mates, "Halfheart! Halfheart!" Ignoring the slight embarrassed bubble that grew in his chest at raising his voice in front of so many others.

               

    OWLFEATHER

    Owlfeather slunk out of the vine covered warrior's den. He flicked his ears uncomfortably, glancing around at the surprisingly active camp. He hesistated before briskly setting off to join his sister at the other side of the camp giving her a soft mew of greeting.

               


    MOTHPAW

    Mothpaw straightened up when her brother joined her, flicking her tail with a purr before settling sadly on the nursery. "There's a rebirthing today." They couldn't remember much of their own rebirth, it was a clouded haze of terror that she tried to avoid thinking about. "You think they'll make it? She asked quietly, discomforted by Owlfeather's silence. Her brother nudged his tail into her shoulder in a aborted attempt at comfort, with a quiet nod.

               

    MILKPAW

    The pale tabby mewed a quick thanks to her mentor, before skidding up to Halfheart excitedly. Almost bumping into Stormdrop in his haste, "S-sorry!" They stuttered before shrugging it off and bouncing slightly on their front paws. "Congratulations!" Milkpaw said a bit too loud, before lowering her voice self-consciously, "I think you're gonna do great." They gave the older she-cat a soft blink.

               

    TANSY

    Tansy shuffled a little more to the side as Dawn hopped up on the fence. Ears flicking, she settled for a slight dip at the other cats introduction. "The other pets around here are usually quieter than you lot." The orange molly sniffed, despite that being a complete lie. Her neighborhood was filled with talkative animals. And it sucked. "You three pets?" She asked with a blink. They didn't really exude the typical pet charm.

               

    TRIBE OF SANDSTONE—


    These cats claim home to a sweltering desert, depending on their faith and each other to survive in the boiling sand.


    religion

    Formed by the wandering and lost, the Tribe of Sandstone have lived in the rocky desert they call home for generations. They strongly believe in their three gods, Cha'at, God of Rain, Pakieth, Goddess of the Hunt, and Jiu'tare, Goddess of Family and War. They depend on their guidance, spoken through visions of their deceased ancestors.


    territory

    The Tribe lives in a sandy camp, sheltered by a thick clump of low growing bushes and cat claws. A hill of red and brown swirled stone rises behind them, and their territory stretches from here, to the Watering Hole, a fiercely fought over stream that flows into a pool. Look at a reference, here.

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