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"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever" - Park Seonghwa
lio lurked here, hope dropped a bundle of chocolates here
Rose littered this profile with flowers
૮ ྀིྀིྀི₍ ⸝⸝•̥\./•̥⸝⸝ ₎ ྀིა felix left a fawn here
Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan, he has a SEMI-OPEN den policy. Willowtail of Riverclan is Tier 3 Beefed Up and Agatha Kitty ! Both active<3
Blackberry (Moonclan) , Softdove (Treclan), and Crowsong (Fogclan). Medicine cats all have OPEN DEN policies
@/Beanz is haunting my profile :sniffles
The golden bengal was..... Well he wasnt great at the moment but he was doing better. His fur wasnt the lustrous shimmering state it was before, he'd only managed that with Lostsparsk help but it was smooth and flowing, pretty once again. He was no longer as haggered, hollow behind the eyes though grief still weighed down on him.
Talking with Dawnstar had helped, and he was now even thinking on the offer of spending time with her kittens, a sort of distraction and break rolled into one that didnt remind him of his Mama in every moment. It was huge progress from the listless form he was not long ago, though his training hadnt resumed its full swing yet, and this showed.
Especially given he was actually appearing at this meeting rather then hiding or just not attending.
Obviously he wasnt at full state however if he managed to trip over a kitten, though, even with his wobbles. Flopped on his side from the tumble (gently) clipping his paw on Grottokit's side had caused the tom huffed quietly in frustration, hauling himself to his paws in a shaky but practiced motion and turned to face the kitten. "Im sorry about that kitten, Im not the best at controlling my legs, they like to twitch on me. Are you ok? I didnt hurt you right?
Im Bleedingpaw, your one of Miss Dawnstars kittens, uh Grovekit, right?" probably not, the name didnt 'feel' right but he could only ask.
Looking over the kitten for scuffs and leaning down to clumsily smooth over some ruffled fur Bleedingpaw noted that despite their dad being Slytiger, the only other true bengal in the clan bar him, the little tom had neither the rosettes of his dad or striped of his mom. Bleedingpaw himself actually seemed to resemble Slytiger more, a fact that he did not like thank you, though it was obvious even now Grottokit would grow bigger then him in time.
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『 Midnightpaw 』
⚝ SC App ⚝ Non-Binary ⚝ 10 Moons Old
Short black fur with bright green eyes
Mentor :: Redleaf (Splitmoon)
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Midnightpaw bounded over, taking a seat with the others.
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『 Petalkit 』
⚝ SC Kit ⚝ She-Cat ⚝ 2 Moons Old
Short russet fur with pale green eyes
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Petalkit snuck over, sitting beside Midnightpaw. She tucked herself into the apprentince's warm fur.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat strode over.
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Doeflame
Doeflame couldn't remember the last time she'd attended a clan meeting. They were boring, all apprentice ceremonies and reassignments and announcements she didn't care about. And she picked up all the important stuff from the conversations she heard around camp. But that was mostly due to luck, and her luck couldn't continue forever. One day she would miss out on something important and pay the price. Besides, it wasn't like she could do anything else with the lockdown; it was either this or lie in her nest blocking her ears, and why would she choose to do that?
She spotted Owlthroat in the crowd, and sat down heavily next to him. "Hey. How have you been? How's Tuftedtusk? I haven't spoken to you or him in ages. Anything new with you lovers?"
Bubblekit They/them // Kit // Shadowclan // 4 moons
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Bubblekit pokes their head out from the nursery, interested to hear in what was here to be announced.
Moonstep He/they // Warrior // Shadowclan // 21 moons
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Moonstep makes their way out from their nest, albeit still relatively hidden from most of the crowd. He sits up, tail curling around his body in patience.