Object hunt!

[.Sunshine.]

Originally Posted by Barnaby

Fleckpaw

Fleck looked behind he where she saw Nightpaw and Dizzypaw. "Hi guys!"

Dizzypaw looked over to see her 2 best friends, walnutpaw wasn't here unfortunately but she was still happy "Fleckpaw! Nightpaw! were gone win for sure! good luck guys" she said exited

@Eraserhead

[Eraserhead]

Originally Posted by Wally Darling~

Dizzypaw looked over to see her 2 best friends, walnutpaw wasn't here unfortunately but she was still happy "Fleckpaw! Nightpaw! were gone win for sure! good luck guys" she said exited

@Eraserhead

|Nightpaw |

"Of course." He nods.

@Barnaby

[Barnaby]

Fleckpaw

She nodded, already excited for this.

@Wally Darling~ @Eraserhead

[Desert Rain Frog]

SilverPaw And SilverStorm Walked Towards The Hunt.

[Eraserhead]

Originally Posted by Barnaby

Fleckpaw

She nodded, already excited for this.

@Wally Darling~ @Eraserhead

| Nightpaw |

He smiles softly.

@Wally Darling~

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Sprucepaw |
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive

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Fudge was cold and miserable. He wasn't lonely, however. Never lonely. In order to feel lonesome, he would need to care about the other cats, and he most certainly did not. The star worshipers were far too chatty and annoying for him to deal with. In fact, the only reason he even wanted to be closer to someone else right now - assuming he even wanted this, which he obviously didn't - was because he was frozen. Forget the fact that he had a lush, silky, long fur coat. Evidently long did not mean cold proof. It just seemed like life enjoyed throwing little jabs at him whenever he let his guard down for just a bit. Bet life thought it was hilarious, but you know what? He could laugh about it too! He just... chose not to. So there! Hah! No... wait... that might defeat the point he was trying to make.

Deadpanned gaze staring everywhere and nowhere at the same time, the young apprentice's expression betrayed none of his innermost thoughts, making him bear an almost bored countenance. Which in part was rather fitting, as he was most certainly bored. The only cat he cared about in the clan had betrayed him. They had dared to be littermates with her! With Angry. And now he was terrified of spending too much time with them. The last thing he needed was to have the leader notice him and kill him for daring to breathe in her general direction.

A loud, screeching voice finally accomplishing the task of pulling him from his innermost thoughts, Fudge looked up, his tail twitching in annoyance. He had no idea who this cat was - a paw judging by her age - but he already disliked her. So unnecessarily loud. Couldn't she just take her yowling elsewhere? So he could be cold, miserable, and most certainly not lonesome in peace? Honestly, you'd think cats in this place didn't get bored of seeing each other's faces all day.

It took the chocolate point some time, but a small, reflective blink crossed his eyes as he finally made sense of what the she-hawk - hawks were the ones that made the loud, screeching noises, right - had stated. A game? A searching game? Wait... was this actually a game, or had the apprentice lost something and was trying to get others to search for her? Because if that was the case, he was on to her! He was on to her like a sting on a nettle! And he should know about that! He'd had to learn to walk with those awful, horrible stingers on his everywhere after the herb fiend's devious trap!

Suspicious as he was towards the apprentice's real intentions, he shrugged, deciding the point was meaningless. He was bored. There was nothing to do unless he decided to tell some warrior where he was going and what he was going to do, and that was far too many words for one moon, let alone a single conversation. At least this way he had a reason to move, and maybe even get a little warm in the process. Stepping forward, Fudge joined the gathering group, carefully staying at the sidelines. Last thing the Birman mix needed was to make a potentially chat-less endeavor a conversation waiting to happen. Perish the thought... ugh.

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[SeonghwasBunnyEars]

Leafpaw and Summerpaw bounded up

[Eden]

Leafpaw
Dark brown Siamese-Abyssinian-Turkish Angora mix ▵ She/Her
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Something pulled her to come join the slowly gathering crowd, she didn't know what it was but here she was. Leafpaw would rather not join in but lotuspaw might call her some sort of a shut-in. It was not her fault that some cats around the clan did some questionable stuff and she didn't want to be involved in it. Take that fox patrol as an example, she joined in because she was called and it gifted her with the loss of a tail. The point took a seat somewhat close to the front seeming reluctant to be here.

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[Watermeloon]

Feathernose padded over

[taillow]

Redhawk
She/they | 29 moons | Ultimate Predator • The Collector

Oh, Daylightpaw was hosting an event! Redhawk immediately padded over, ears twitching and eyes watching with pride. She had become fond of the young she-cat ever since their back to back to back shared patrols, so of course she would be in attendance at her event! Stepping up to the group the reddish-brown somali took a seat and twitched her whiskers in greeting to the apprentice, ready for the event.