Posts by TinWolf

I think I was accepted since my cats were added to the clan list lol

Echostep: reserved, calm, loud-voiced, opinionated, clever, chivalrous, slightly defensive

Pinepaw: entergetic, playful, giddy, kind, caring, dedicated

Would it be alright if Pinepaw and Swiftpaw could have a budding relationship?

Also Echostep is most likely only going to have a few close friends, so any interested?

Echostep flicked his ears as he gave a long, and well deserved yawn; these past few nights had taken a toll on the clan with the rouge fights. The elegant-looking tom quietly got to his paws and slid out the warrior den entrance, careful not to wake any of his sleeping clanmates. As he entered the main clearing he turned his head at all the commotion near the nursery, must be Silverbrook’s kits. The tom smiled, stepping around the bustling cats and quietly padding to the freshkill pile to grab a small vole to snack on. Though he wasn’t particularly hungry, the food was necessary to keeping his health up as well as providing a way to keep the chattier cats away. He returned to sit in a patch of a shade cast by a small bush to munch on the kill as patrol headed for the exit of camp. The tom kept his ears pointed at the general buzz of his clan mates in the event he we’re to hear something interesting or someone he knew more closely.

Pinepaw darted from the apprentice’s den, his endless energy seemed to make his injuries less painful as one would hardly know the young tom had his hind leg mauled by a rouge. The firey pelted tom slowed to a slightly pained trot as he made his way over to Swiftpaw, Stonepaw, and Doepaw. With a charming glint in his eyes he carefully set his rear next to Swiftpaw and dipped his head in greeting to the other cats. He leaned his head close to Swiftpaw’s ear as he knew the topic of kitting made Stonepaw uneasy, “How many kits do you think there will be?” Pinepaw asked softly to the small she-cat. He hoped there would be at least two; Pinepaw always thought a kit should have a playmate, and the tom was ready and able to assist with that if needed. He loved kits, their innocence and endless smiley questions made his chest feel warm inside. Pinepaw flicked his tail with delight at the thought.

Quite alright! Samoan

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Sounds good to me! We can have them interact or something unless they're on patrol

Let me know if anyone is interested in pairing a she-cat with either of my toms! (Echostep and Pinepaw)

Echostep had finished munching on the vole and the tom arched his back in a stretch. His muscles ached from the fighting and his left ankle wound was still an angry red despite the cobweb's attempt to soak the blood. He made a mental note to go see Longear again at some point; Echostep knew there were other cats who needed the medicine cat's care much more gravely than he and would only go once things had died down. The sandy colored tom peered around camp looking for either of his close companions: Mousetail and Barkfeather. The two cats were some of the only few who made an attempt to make Echostep feel like 'one of them'. It wasn't that he was excluded or treated impartially, but many of his classmates did not understand his difficulty of fitting as his mother was a rouge. Tensions felt especially tight after the recent brawl, but Echostep couldn't help but wonder if his mother was one of them. It had been moons since seen her, and most of his memories from early kit hood were fuzzy with the passing time. The tom sighed a huff of saddened frustration as he lay on the dirt.

Pinepaw nodded in agreement with Doepaw's input and he quietly watched Stonepaw's discomfort. The tom gave him a comforting smile and decided a change of subject might be best. "I still can't believe how many rouges there were out there. It's crazy and they fight so unfairly. This is our territory, and they should know that." Pinepaw huffed lightly after his statement; the rouges were relentless in the fight. Pinepaw had always considered himself to be fast, as he was able to outrun most of his clanmates; however, one of the she-rouges had given him quite the chase. Despite his attempt to escape her fury, he found it impossible to shake her from his trail. His heart began to beat anxiously at the thought of it. He'd never felt that kind of fear before, the kind where he might get caught. With a shake of his head he resurfaced in the conversation and wrapped his tail more tightly around his paws.

Blitz Krieg maybe your new she-cat could be paired with Echostep, if that's okay with you?

(totally cool with me c:)

Echostep overheard his name surface in the group of apprentices and glanced up with slight interest. The tom was unsure of what they were telling of him, but he didn't care enough to confront or bother eavesdropping. This wouldn't be the first, or last, time cats in the clan would speak of him, and most of it was harmless talk. The tom had once gotten worked-up over hearing his name to find out it was talk over one of his more impressive prey kills. Echostep drew a long breath and tucked his paws underneath himself.

Pinepaw nodded in agreement, eyes wide as he too relived parts of the battle. "I still can't believe we've already had our first fight. By the time were elders we can be telling all the kits the great stories and epic tellings of our lives!" The tom's eyes light up in excitement with the idea of being a well-respected and remembered warrior one day. "I know we couldn't do too much, but everything helps." He flicked his tail happily and caught Echostep staring in their direction for a brief moment.

Pinepaw flicked his ears in thought at Doepaw's question. "I have no idea, but I'm itching to start up again. My leg is only a little sore and scratched up. Maybe we could train together?" The fiery-coated tom didn't know Doepaw as well as he wanted to and liked the idea of getting to know her. His warm amber eyes glinted with ambition at the thought of training again; there were few things in life that made the energetic tom happier than bettering his skills.

Echostep glanced up at his she-cat friend. The fish was a kind gesture from Mousetail, and the tom was happy to accept it. He smiled as he spoke, "That's wonderful, Mousetail. I would love to have some." Echostep contently rose to a sitting position and sniffed one of the shiny scales of the fish with a soft grin. Fish were one of his favorite meals if he wasn't too bothered to get his pelt wet. "How are you faring after the skirmish?" He mewed around a small bite of fish. Even with his closer friends, Echostep was not great at starting conversations; he did much better when he was the one answering or just being happy with the silence.

Echostep chuckled, then nodded in approval hoping for the same. "It baffles me... all this fighting..." he paused for a moment, eyes distant in thought, "Wouldn't it all just be easier if we could find some compromise?" He shook his head in mild confusion. "I know it will never happen as the rouges tend to avoid our Warrior Code, but still." He took another bite from the fish. "Do you ever wonder if it will all stop one day?" The idea felt impossible to Echostep, but he didn't necessarily view it as a bad thing; having a closer connection, even be it fighting, meant he was closer to maybe seeing his mother or siblings. This idea also felt impossible, but the hope still held onto his mind like a ball on a chain.

Echostep nodded at Mousetail's last interjection; the comment made him feel less dreary over the matter. The clan was bound to grow, especially with these new kits on their way. "We can hold our walls against anything, even a group or rouges from time to time." What he said wasn't necessarily optimistic, but sometimes a more honest approach was most effective when dealing with the inevitable. "Hopefully the clan will have time to recover before their next pursuit." Echostep shrugged and went down for another bite of the fish.

Pinepaw smiled. It seemed like it had been moons since he had been able to work with Tigerbite; though, in reality it had only been a few days. The young tom just couldn't stand not training; it made him fidgety. Pinepaw too glanced around camp a bit. Commotion, excluding Silverbrook's kitting, seemed to be dying down as dusk approached. "We should all go see the new kits tomorrow morning." Pinepaw suggested. He was eager to see the adorable, mewling kits. He thought back to what Doepaw had said about them potentially mentoring one of the new kits; this made his chest fill with a sort of prideful joy. He couldn't wait to have his own apprentice one day.