Smokefang, the double faced.
Grey tom with green eyes, and dark grey stripes on the body
He/him
Warrior of ThunderClan... It was such... An honor, to be counted as a warrior in such a powerful clan.
And for Smokefang, it was a step closer to his objective. Be the top of the top, an renowed elite warrior amongst the clan, the best of the best... He had trained... So hard, so long...
The grey tom sighed, rolling his shoulders as he walked in the clearing, warming up his paws after a quick nap, for the missions to come today...
He was two sides of a face, outside, he was friendly, enthusiastic, and supportive... In the inside... He was the complete opposite. Every cat in this clearing, was a rival.
Not a real one, no, the only real rival he had was probably dead, no way that rogue that took him out of the flames managed to make him survive the burns...
But still, they remained a danger for his objective. The tom sat in a corner, green eyes looking left and right, calmly, patiently...
Right now, Hollowpaw was focused on one of the more boring tasks that he has to pay attention to: clearing out old nests (particularly ones that still hadn't been taken care of from when the sick used them). Plus, there were some old herbs that had gone bad to get rid of. Wolfpaw had been sorting them earlier and asked Hollow to get rid of them. He'd put it off for a little bit, but now, while he's already getting rid of waste, there's little point.
It's as he's getting rid of one of the nests, that Hollowpaw notices Smokefang just... lounging. There's plenty of things to do, all he'd need to do would be grab another warrior so he can go into the territory. It's far less effort than the apprentices have to put in, and that alone is enough to annoy the young herbalist.
"Oi," he says, voice muffled, "if you've got nothing better to do, find another warrior and help me get rid of all this." Ugh, why was there a scratch in his throat...?
Amber hues flicked up to see Gildfeather approach the golden-and-cream mackerel tabby apprentice. ''Great!'' Sunflowerpaw chirped, taking another bite of mouse. ''Violetfreckle's teaching me how to hunt.''
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Glidefeather
(Beautiful white she-cat with ice blue eyes)
She/her, 18 moons, ThunderClan Warrior
"That's amazing!" Glidefeather said while she approached the apprentice. "Are you doing good do you think?" Glidefeather meowed, happy to hear about Sunflowerpaw's training. It was only 7 moons ago she had been training to be a warrior.
Right now, Hollowpaw was focused on one of the more boring tasks that he has to pay attention to: clearing out old nests (particularly ones that still hadn't been taken care of from when the sick used them). Plus, there were some old herbs that had gone bad to get rid of. Wolfpaw had been sorting them earlier and asked Hollow to get rid of them. He'd put it off for a little bit, but now, while he's already getting rid of waste, there's little point.
It's as he's getting rid of one of the nests, that Hollowpaw notices Smokefang just... lounging. There's plenty of things to do, all he'd need to do would be grab another warrior so he can go into the territory. It's far less effort than the apprentices have to put in, and that alone is enough to annoy the young herbalist.
"Oi," he says, voice muffled, "if you've got nothing better to do, find another warrior and help me get rid of all this." Ugh, why was there a scratch in his throat...?
Smokefang, the double faced.
Grey tom with green eyes, and dark grey stripes on the body
He/him
Smokefang's ears perked up as someone adressed him.
Who-? Oh. Hollowpaw. The med cat apprentice. Yeah, he wasn't crazy enough to actually try to put himself on the med cat's bad side... So he responded.
"Huh... Yeah sure, I can do that. What should I tell them they are needed for? Herb patrol? Med den cleaning?"
The tom asked, while he glanced around for another warrior that he could call...
Was there even someone available? Surely there was.
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Seeing Smokefang and Hollowpaw, Silverleopard just barely caught the medicine cat apprentice´s mew.
Oi, if you've got nothing better to do, find another warrior and help me get rid of all this.
Getting to her paws, the silver-and-black Bengal made her way over to the two cats, blue eyes flicking in between them. Her curled ears twitched ever so slightly. ´´I can help, if you'd like, Hollowpaw.´´
Charredpaw's whiskers quivered in excitement that her brother finally called her over to meet his new friend. She had been watching the two interact from the sidelines, carefully observing to make sure her tutoring was serving him well. And, by the looks of things, it was going very well. She padded over with some pep in her step, tail raised in a friendly manner.
"Hello!" She tried her best to hide her excitement. She had been trying her best to give him space to socialise by himself; keeping a respectful distance so she didn't overhear the conversations. Truthfully, she was ecstatic about getting called over. She had a really good feeling about this. "Just in case my brother forgot his manners, my name is Charredpaw! And you are..." She hesitated for a moment, scouring her memory. "Splitpaw, right?"
Splitpaw took in Charredpaw's personality, she let out a soft purr. "Correct, I'm Splitpaw. Nice to meet you Charredpaw." she purred softly looking at her with her two mismatched eyes. "You're really pretty by the way." she said with an another smile. Her gaze shifted back to Burnedpaw, she took in his handsome features as well. They both are a great pair of looking siblings. she thought.
Splitpaw always wondered what it was like to have siblings. When her mother and father had her, she was the only one out of the first litter. She had been so excited for her parents when they announced that they were expecting again...but those kits never came. Splitpaw's eyes darkened for a minute as she thought about her uncles and aunts getting torn up by dogs and her mother dying during kitting.
Burnedpaw glanced between his sister and Splitpaw, heaving a quiet little sigh. He noticed Splitpaw’s eyes glazed over, remembering some of what she had told him about her history. He flicked her ear with his tail-tip to snap her out of it, then looked at Charredpaw. “Your mentor is calling you, Charredpaw.” He meowed, watching his sister race off to meet her mentor. Then he looked back at Splitpaw. “You started training yet?” He asked.
Splitpaw looked up, her eyes switched from dim to happy. She looked at Burnedpaw, then on Charredpaw as she watched her race off. She then turned her attention back to Burnedpaw. "Oh...yes. I'm working on battle training." she smiled with a slight tilt of her head to the right.
"You'll be a warrior before me." she smiled with a purr.
She was actually nervous thinking about Burnedpaw becoming a warrior before her. What if he finds a mate before I become a warrior? she thought, suddenly she thought why am I thinking about that? Me? wanting to become mates with Burnedpaw? Ew. Yeah...he's handsome...charming....and a cute smile. Splitpaw shook her head and instantly stood up. "So how are you?" she asked looking away at on where Charredpaw disappeared to before sitting back down and wrapping a tail around her paws.
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Tigerpelt padded into the clearing, his ginger-orange fur slightly messy from his sleep. His deep ivy green eyes, gazes around for a moment before landing on a nice sunny spot. He walked over to the spot, sitting down, his tail curling around himself and over his front paws.
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