OUT!

[Catt]

Tawnylight was just sleeping in warriors den when she heard a creaking sound and Wolfhive's order. She jumped to her feet and walked outside of the den. "Does anyone need help?" She meowed curiously. She helped any struggling apprentices to the elders den.
A few minutes after that she started shivering a little bit and had a minor sore throat. She thought that it was probably nothing but wanted to see what the medicine cat thought. So she sat around the entrance of the medicine den.

[Blossom Cry]

Willowpaw didn't think anyone needed help from her. She ran to the elders den. She kept sneezing. " I should go to the medicine den." She mewed, with a shiver in her voice.

[twizzypaw]

Amongst the noisy bustle of the surrounding cats and Creepingpaw's less than successful attempts at raking his already damaged bedding out from the den, he didn't notice right away that a cat had approached him from behind and was trying to get his attention. The speckled apprentice suddenly felt pressure on his scruff as he felt himself become as light as air as his paws rose off the ground. His jaw loosened from the nest entirely and before long, he realized he was being carried off by one of the warriors.

Losing his bedding, and now, his dignity, by being carried like a kit.

"P..P-Put me down!" Creepingpaw spat, his paws flailing around as the bigger yet unfamiliar warrior cat bounded out of the leaking den.


@Apollo. - Breezepool

(;w; that was perfect! Thank you for the response!! )

[nyme]

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF
NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✪ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

PEACHPAW . 5 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Peachpaw sputters, heart dropping the instant he realizes how foolish he must look. "Really, Snowpaw? You didn't hear the way he...?"

He falters, deep blue eyes flicking between the pair. No. No, there's no way he's wrong, he's not stupid. Snowpaw might not have heard it but that's not her fault, even if it's frustrating that she's instantly chosen to try and mediate things. It's only frustrating until it isn't, until it just hurts. How do I help? And that confused little voice. Stars. If he keeps ripping into Orangepaw, Snowpaw might just keep feeling like she has a duty to help. So for now, he'll choke down his bitterness and try not to mind that she doesn't easily take his side to berate Orangepaw, too. It's for the best. She wouldn't be Snowpaw if she did.

"It's nothing," he starts through gritted teeth. "Never mind. Nobody's fighting. You're fine, Snowpaw. It's—we're good. Everything's good." That he doesn't have a tail to lash is something of a saving grace right now; it's harder to see that little nub of his twitching irritably, and so long as he's careful not to let his ears go back he can feign indifference. It's difficult, because he's already jumped to the least flattering interpretation of Orangepaw's latest remarks, but once he bites into the tip of his tongue it's easier to keep his mouth shut. What's he trying to be funny for? Surely he can't think he's funny. Peachpaw bristles in silent resentment once more. The worst part about this all is that Orangepaw's right, in a sense—Peachpw wouldn't be snapping like this if he weren't soaked and cranky. But he doesn't need to be all smug about it!

Peachpaw opens his mouth, trying to think of something to say. Maybe something funny, or charming, or some smart way to cover up his blunder...but then he's left sitting there with his mouth hanging open all dumbly and his head empty of any ideas. Somehow, this is Orangepaw's fault. Somehow.

"We should find nests," he finally manages. "Before everyone else takes the good ones."

@snowflake. ; SNOWPAW
@Idiotic.Bean101 ; ORANGEPAW