WindClan Clearing

[FrumpyFoxtail]

PeachBloom the elder sits, grooming her back

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[FrumpyFoxtail]

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| KestrelPaw |
| 8 moons | mildly fluffy auburn mackerel tabby, bright green eyes |
"My cousin is off fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty."
24/100

Kestrel blinked at the kit, ears perked slightly at the
idea of an eagle feather.
"Why no! How lucky I would have to be to get one though.."
She imagines herself pinning down a mighty eagle.

But then she imagines herself getting carried away by it,
talons in her fur.
Yeowch. That would hurt.

"I didn't kill all the birds JUST to get the feathers of course.
Most came from prey that I hunted, though this chicken
feather I've gotten from an attempt of catching a chicken
That had strayed to far from the farm." She yapped, picking up
and waving a red chicken feather in FireflyKits face.

| @Primrose |

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 12 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN
SILVER TONGUE T1

Maggotpaw shakes its head. Barleypaw must be confused, or maybe just stupid, but that's fine. Maggotpaw likes confused and stupid cats.

"Okay. You're right." It says, knowing that this false acceptance is all that Barleypaw will know, not their dubious expression. It will let her be right. Letting a cat be right is an easy way to make friends. "Thank you for telling me that, Barleypaw. You are very smart and brave." So is effusive praise. Maggotpaw stares very hard at Barleypaw for the moment that follows, quiet and pensive.

"Do you have any stories?"

@Madelaine ; BARLEYPAW

[*Icefire*]

~*Sunsetkit*~
Female| Kit| 4 moons old|
Kind, timid, skittish, loyal, nervous, overdramatic, worries a lot, quiet, patient, calm
“ There is no limit to your dreams”


Sunsetkit sat in the clearing completely bored, there was nothing to do, she could have just randomly find a cat to talk to, but she was against it, anything could happen and to be fair she wouldn't be good with socializing, just the thought made her shudder. The young molly stayed quiet and calm despite her, overdramatic thoughts and worries about socializing, her little orange sunset colour striped tail curling around her paws, her short ears lowering as she sighed and watched the camp, her cream colour fur tuft on her head hanging over her right orange eye.


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