Lilian heard a deep, strange rumbling and nearly fell out of the tree. She brushed the leaves and twigs from her hair. What could that be? She looked around, and started deeper into the forest.
Aliana looked at the thick woods, then back at the others. She frowned.
Crow broke a stick with her foot and sighed.
Aliana glanced back at Issac, Delilah, and Eliana before racing into the forest.
Name: Gail
Species: Barn Owl
Gender: Female
Appearance: She looks like a regular barn owl, except that the feathers around her eyes are rimmed with light brown.
Alliance (Pure One, Rouge etc.): Guardians of Ga'Hoole
History (Optional): She hatched in the Great Tree. She is great friends with Finn. On a mission with her chaw, she was confronted by some of the Pure Ones, but succeeded in escaping.
Rank/Chaw: Weather Interpretation
Mate/Crush?: None (yet)
Other: _
Did you read the rules?: Yes
Name: Finn
Species: Barn Owl
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.google.com/imgres?q…&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:0,i:100
Personality: He is very serious and focused on his work, though he has his sense of humor
Alliance (Pure One, Rouge etc.): Guardians of Ga'Hoole
History (Optional): He was hatched in the Great Tree. He is great friends with Gail.
Rank/Chaw: Combat
Mate/Crush?: Aryn
Other: _
Did you read the rules?: Yes
{I haven't read the book in a while. 
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Gail peered about the Great Tree, looking for something to do.
Finn fiddled with battle claws in the armory.
Name: Breezepaw
Gender: Male
Rank:Apprentice
Age: Almost 6 Moons
Color: He has a gray, soft pelt with white underbelly fur and dark olive eyes.
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Aliana was fiddling with her pencil inside the Hermes cabin.
Lilian put her hand to her pocket. She felt herself getting hot. "Of all that times to disappear, it chooses now?!" She raced into the forest.
Crow inspected a cool looking dagger she found on the ground. "Cool," she said to herself, observing it closely.
(I think you can just jump in after you fill in the form, right? )
Breezepaw batted a bundle of moss between his paws.
Lilian sat beside the Hermes cabin, doing nothing in particular.
Aliana happily went about camp, talking with tree nymphs, petting pegasi, and all those other things whenever you saw the world through rose colored glasses.
Crow leaned against a wall.
The tree nymphs are not going to be happy, she thought, watching Zerian uproot a tree.
Well, if they are in that tree anyway.
She sighed, reflecting on the time when the nymphs came after her.
Aliana paced around camp, flipping through her drakon sketches absently.
And now the drakon speaks, she thought, brushing the hair from her eyes.
Breezepaw gazed at the apprentice den, still absently rolling the ball of moss.
Aliana's eyes widened when they settled on a bow and arrow. Putting down her drawing pad, she ran over and quickly examined it.
She held the bow in one hand. She picked up a beautiful looking arrow from the nearby quiver, and pulled back the bow's string.
It looks just like in the movies, she thought, observing her stance. It might not be the right way to hold it though. Should I fire?
Aliana blushed a bit. "Sure," she replied.
She ceased fire.
"Wow." Aliana's blue eyes glistened with fascination. "Ok, I wanna try now."
She examined her bow and arrow quickly before repeating the steps to herself. She quietly hummed out the steps.
"Nock the arrow.." she muttered. Click.
"Grip the bow.." she held the bow with her other hand firmly.
"Finger on the string.." Her hand moved slowly across.
Breezepaw flicked his ear and steadily watched the moss ball as if it were a butterfly.
"Oh StarClan.." he sighed. He looked around and tried to spot out one of his fellow apprentices.
(I only watch Poke'mon. XD)
Lilian sat near the strawberry fields, angrily muttering why her dagger couldn't just fly back to her.
Crow held 'her' dagger while watching the camp, as always.
No quests, no prophecies, no Capture the Flag nonsense even. None any of the usual pranks, except for when the Hermes cabin members painted and sprayed grafitti on the Apollo cabin. But that all just seemed a long time ago.
Breezpaw rolled his wadded moss ball to Owlpaw and sat down beside him.
"Hi Owlpaw," he meowed casually.
"I know." Breezepaw mewed in reply. He kept the moss at his side.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.
"So.. how have the past few sunrises been for you?" he asked curiously.
Breezepaw scrunched up his nose, glancing at the apprentice's den. "Good, I guess. Training isn't as fun as it used to be though. Mostly border patrols." His tail curled around the moss.
"What do you usually do?" he inquired.
(Ok.)
"Cool!" Breepaw's eyes lit up with interest. "You really do all of that? I would like to practice with you." he meowed.
Breezepaw stood up, stepping on the moss. He kicked it away.
"I think I see Winterhawk," he said, scanning his Clanmates. He narrowed his eyes.