| Mousepaw |
Shadow Fiend - Active | Just a Scratch - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Inactive
Rounded ears perked up as the leader gave the command. Mousepaw followed, diving silently into the shadows, his gray pelt once gleaming silver in the moonlight now engulfed in their clan's namesake. Verdant hues kept a close watch on his Auntie. Dawnstar had instructed they watch each other's back, and while the stocky apprentice would have no doubt done as much without question, it was now his goal, his mission to ensure no fur on his beloved Auntie Larky's pelt came to any harm.
He had no doubt that even with him embraced by darkness as he was she knew where he was. Where to look... not that she would have to. Ever since he had been a kit they'd had a bond, an ability to read each other, understand each other without words. Or at least... they had to him. They weren't just clanmates. They were family. And Mousepaw always gave his all for family.
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Rose [Larkfire]