lets dance in the rain

[Spider]

[Risingstorm| thunderclan hornet |Purrks: just a scratch-Killer Aptitude 3-shadow fiend ]

The long furred Tom padded into the camp a large crow in his maw the black feathers contrasted against his white fur. Risingstorm s head hanged low looking at his feet as he walked Through the clearing placing down the crow in the kill pile. THe hornet grabbed a vole that laid at the bottom of the kill pile and padded off to sit down next to the warriors den.


@Starphobia

(no clue what to jump kick this lol, maybe moth congratulates rising after the meeting and what not)

[Starphobia]

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Mothflame
Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 22 Moons | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
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Mothflame stretched briefly, and padded out of the warriors' den, instantly noticing the ThunderClan hornet. With a light dip of her head, she turned to the brown tabby tom. She had always respected Risingstorm. A hornet at such a young age. Though she felt a twinge of envy, she couldn't help but feel almost proud for the younger tom.

"Hello, Risingstorm," she greeted. "Congratulations on your new apprentice. Fawnpaw, is it? How is she?" Her gaze dropped to the vole he had. That reminded her. She needed to eat, as well.
Hm.
Eating can wait.
She instead shot the hornet a friendly smile, sitting down with her large, fluffy tail curled around her paws.

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[Spider]

@Starphobia


The tom had just finished his vole when mothflame walked up to him this she cats pelt was very recognizable and her face scar nothing new that rising has yet to see and what not.
the hornet nodded his head " Hello mothflame he returned the greeting dipping his head slightly " Ahh thank you, yeah fawnpaw she seems to be coming down with something my guess is its the sickness going around." he mowed a worried look on his face tucking his tail around his legs

[Starphobia]

Mothflame
Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 22 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly

Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE]
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Mothflame's expression grew grim and sympathetic.

"Yes, the sickness. It's been a trouble, really," she shook her head, letting out a strained sigh. "I'm not really liking the idea of kits getting sick, you know? A good friend of mine knows a few kits that have been affected by the sickness. Horrible thing, really." She shuffled her paws. Should she change the subject? It hadn't been long ago that she had to speak of the sickness. It was getting quite depressing just talking about it. Determined to change the subject and bring light to the situation, Mothflame quickly put on a more cheerful smile.

"Well, how are you doing?" She asked, tail tapping gently at her paws.

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