Welp looks like the solo patrol he was just about to head out on would have to be delayed a bit. Stopping and turning at Cals voice the deputy raised a single eyebrow at the other tom, humming but allowing it with a flick of a tail. "Feel free ta ask but she aint gettin' out o' this, especially since I already went light an' ya cant shoulder any o' her burden fer her Swiftleap." Another cat doing the punishment meant for another, even if done willingly. This was Wolfcry's folly and her task, not Cals.
Fleetsmoke WindClan Warrior
She / Her - 30 Moons
a splotched white-and-light-brown she-cat with ice-blue eyes, mentor to silkpaw
Fleetsmoke had just returned from a training session with Silkpaw, her pretty splotched fur ruffled due to the intensity of it. She had taken her out for a battle session, and had returned out of breath.
Grabbing a well-earned rabbit from the prey pile, Fleetsmoke caught another warrior´s eye and padded over to him, settling down beside the tom. ´´Hi, Warmsun,´´ Fleetsmoke purred softly. ´´Would you like to share this rabbit with me?´´
At the moment, Fleetsmoke wasn´t worried about her pelt. She´d groom it later.
☆~《------》~☆ WARMSUN
THE COWARDLY WARRIOR
"OH DEAR STARS, THATS A FIRE!"
Light Brown Tom With White Flecks, Tufted Tail, And Heavily Scarred Front Half.
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He Purred. "Greetings, Fleetsmoke." He Responded. Sharing A Rabbit? Yeah, Sure! "Alright. You Get The First Bite. Your The Only One Of Us That Did A Lot Today." He Gave His Dhoulders A Few, Good Licks. He Was Tired, To Say The Least.
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Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Money Don't Grow On Trees.
From The Song "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked"
SILVS Is An Exiled ThunderClan Apprentice.
If He Is Needed, Mention Me.
Today was an unfortunate day to own anything because soon you won't. Alittle grmelin named Raccoonkit sniffed around for trinkets. Why she liked them? she didn't know. They were just so cool! She liked finding things that were rarer than a dead leaf or like.. grass, she didn't know. Unfortunately, camp was made of grass and dead leaves and cats and her Pile Of Cool Things™.
Was everywhere this boring? They had to get prey from somewhere. Was prey just... lying around actually? What took them so long to catch it there? were rabbits rare or were they all just really incompetent? Well, time to go catch some prey! She had completely forgot leaving the clearing wasn't allowered and began to walk towards the exit.
[ @Estelle - she's not actually going to leave ofc ]
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"Tomatoes are in the same family as some of the world's deadliest poisons. That just goes to show how rebellious tomatoes are." "What about how the apple can fall far from the tree?" "No, sometimes the tomato falls from the plant."
Dandelionpaw WindClan Apprentice
a thick-furred, pale-brown-and-white pseudo-tabby she-cat with amber eyes. apprenticed to hawkfur.
She / Her - 9 Moons 2 / 100
Dandelionpaw sat in a patch of sunlight beside the apprentice´s den, bored out of her head. Her amber eyes flicked from cat to cat, trying to pick one to teach her something here in camp.
´´Eeny...meeny...miney...you.´´ Dandelionpaw´s eyes met with a warrior´s. Asphodelpatch was his name....rrrright? She frowned, but then scrambled to her paws and bounced over to him.
´´You,´´ She demanded, amber hues burning with excitement. ´´Will you teach me some battle moves? Pleeeeeeaaaaaaase? Hawkfur´s still out of commission, and I´m bored. I want to traaaaiiiiiin!´´
[ @willooowfeather - Asphodelpatch | if possible, do you think asphodel can take dandelion on her territory tour due to hawk being injured? // @Mica - possible Hawkfur mention ]
He'd been a quiet soul for a long time, not particularly fond of making small-talk when actions spoke so much louder, so much more important than idle chit-chat between cats. A hard worker, a steadfast tom of no important relation and average importance within the Clan, but he likened himself to a background warrior and he was just fine drifting through the camp and the moons as such. There were many patrol cats who held this position and he wasn't the only one who wasn't the best at interacting with others. Especially apprentices, their young nature was both familiar and foreign as a grown tom. To a moderate extent, he'd never had a reason to interact with an apprentice of any sort since he had been one (seasons ago, but who really counted past the first four?) and had just left the ones that WindClan acquired since his warrior ceremony to their mentors and parents. They seemed fine enough without him and even more so full of an energy that sent him reeling back to his own childhood. Shrugging the thoughts away and bending his leg upward to lick at a stubborn mat that the day's activities hadn't managed to knock loose, he heard a piping voice at his feet and the stare of a pair of fresh eyes.
Green eyes met the young set of amber ones, shining and shimmering in the light with an excitement that made the older tom wince. "Woah there-" his deep voice meowed in a quiet disbelief, moving slightly backward and raising a white paw a whisker's width off the ground in startlement. It'd been the first time in a while that anyone at all that hadn't been an authority figure or a cat that had been assigned to the same patrol had come up and started conversation in a but; he certainly didn't expect the first one to do so would be somecat else's demanding apprentice.
Battle moves. Lessons. This apprentice, apparently, had no mentor in working order and had had enough time to become bored and absolute yap at the nearest warrior for training in their stead. Asphodelpatch admired the determination to learn and the eagerness to train despite the setback. He found himself in a similar situation in his youth, and to that, he quickly finished the grooming he'd been doing. Fur flowed over his back as his chest hit the dirt in a stretch, flexing his claws and offering a yawn. A plume of a white-tipped ginger tail stood straight. "Yeah, okay. Battle moves, y'say?"
* He nodded and dipped his head. *
" I was just asking if I could assist her in speaking with the kits who are afraid of her. I know why and maybe if I spoke with them when she went to spend time with them maybe they would be more keen on playing with her if they knew who she was and liked her for her personality. "
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Dandelionpaw WindClan Apprentice
a thick-furred pale-brown-and-white pseudo-tabby she-cat with amber eyes, apprenticed to hawkfur.
She / Her - 9 Moons 3 / 100
Dandelionpaw´s amber hues lit up as the warrior in front of her agreed to teach her some battle moves. She ran in a small circle a couple of times out of excitement.
´´Yes!´´ The apprentice purred, her plumed tail quivering ever so slightly as she let out a soft trill. ´´What are we going to start with?´´
Fleetsmoke WindClan Warrior
a splotched white-and-light-brown she-cat with ice-blue eyes, mentor to silkpaw.
She / Her - 30 Moons
Grateful that her Clanmate had let her have the first bite, Fleetsmoke bent her head and tore off a piece of the rabbit before pushing it over to Warmsun with a snowy paw. ´´Your turn.´´
The WindClanner chewed her bite of rabbit in her mouth for a moment before she swallowed it. ´´Don´t eat too quickly, though. WindClan doesn´t need its warriors falling ill due to a bellyache.´´
╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Windkit
Fluffy patched tortoiseshell she-kit with blue and green heterochromia
She/Her | 6 Moons | + every 17th | WindClan Kit | Optimistic and calm
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
Now that Littlepaw was an apprentice, she rarely had time to play with her now. Not that she minded, of course. Playing was for kits. And she wouldn't be a kit for long! Stretching, the small multicoloured she-cat padded around clearing before spotting her next victim a lone warrior. She happily trotted over to the warrior, a soft smile on her face.
"Hello! Hi, I'm Windkit," she said as soon as she was close enough so the cat could hear her small voice. "You probably don't know me, but that's okay! We can know each other now."
"Hello Windkit, I'm Duskhound," the brown warrior returned. She could tell the kit was bored, and she didn't mind being the company to Windkit. Her brown eyes locked on the small feline. And with that, a small, unfamiliar smile was drawn upon her mouth. It was a weird feeling to smile.
Hmmm, well the deputy didnt have any objections to this idea so he nodded at Cal, disclaiming "Sure if ya wanna take part we're drownin' in kits so the more who are entertained by kits the less we 'ave ta worry about them gettin' underfoot.
Just make sure ya aint doin' this fer Wolfcry. She should be takin' the head on this. Now unless ya got somethin' else fer me Im gonna git goin' now."
@Ghost of Red @Splitmoon(if cal participates in the kit activities he can do so but Wolfcry but have longer/more posts in the rp so she is being the most active in it)
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Crowtooth is Deputy of Windclan, If he's needed mention me at any time~
Have a kittypet/outsider who needs healing? Vm me!
* He dipped his head and smiled. *
" Thank you Crowtooth. I won't let you down. "
* He turned and looked around for Wolfcry. *
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