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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 11:04 pm
The large, fluffy brown and black splotched tom known as Brackenfang emerged from the warriors den, stretching each limb one by one, a large yawn escaping his jaws. Claws extended from each toe, reaching out towards the sky before falling to the ground as he worked the kinks out of his joints from a good nights sleep. His fur was ruffled along the back and a pink tongue shot out to attempt to tame the stray fluff as he craned his head over his shoulder to try to reach those pesky places on his neck, however unsuccessfully. A cooling breeze danced in between the branches, ruffling it right back into its prickled place. His tail flicked to the wind, jaw parted to test the air for anything out of the ordinary.
Nope, all Skyclan with the hints of prey waiting to be hunted. Just what he wanted to smell.
Swiveling his fur tipped ears around to the sounds of the wind rustling through the trees that surrounded Skyclan camp on all sides, he cast his green eyes around the clearing they called home to see who else was up and stirring. A few birds twittered not far off, their scent tantalizing to his palette, causing his whiskers to tingle and twitch. Perhaps a little hunting trip could be organized, he mused to himself, mrrowing in soft laughter. he was certain there was an apprentice or two he could coax out with ease, or perhaps another warrior or two. Heck, even going on a herb gathering trip with the medicine cat, anything to be helping his clan further settle in and rebuild their numbers since the great move.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 2:18 am
 Hawkheather trotted out of the Medicine Den, chased out more like. She had accidentally knocked all of her sisters precious berries all over the floor, that hadn't been the worst part. She was scolded and told to get out when she damaged the tiny supply of Marigold leaves. She sighed and sped up as she nearly ran into the clearing. As her paws hit the entryway to the den she stopped to give her chest a few licks, a sign of her nervousness. She hated when her sister gets upset with her. As she lifter her yellow eyes she caught eye of her very fluffy den mate, Brakenfang. His beautiful fluff being caught in the wind. No matter how handsome he was she was biased. She had only one in her eyes for a mate~ She shook her head as she walked up to Brakenfang's side. She took a second before sitting and wrapping her long tail neatly over her paws. She looked up at the sky before turning to him. I feel like a run, wanna join me? She had her eyes on him, but her head was turned towards him at a certain angle to where he wouldn't be able to see her scars on the right side of her face.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 10:46 am
Brackenfang's ears swiveled to the sound of paws scampering out of the med cat den. Turning his bright green gaze in that direction, he caught the figure of Hawkheather and a smile spread across his muzzle. He stiffed a mrrow of laughter as she paused to groom down her fur and watched as she came to join him at his side, keeping her scared eye away from him.
Dipping his head warmly, his thick fluff ruffling as he did so, he flicked his tail in greeting. "Hello Hawkheather.... having a visit with your sister?" he purred, running a tongue over a paw and swiping it over an ear. "A run sounds pleasant. I was just thinking of getting out and stretching my legs." he nodded, giving himself another good shake and a flick of his tail.Docta_Kitty Was waiting to see if anyone else would join but doesn't seem so yet XD
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 11:34 am
Cinder twitches slightly, stirring from her rest, and opens her eyes into narrow slits as she watches the two figures not too far from her. They don't seem to be aware of her presence at the moment, and Cinderstorm is content with that until Hawkfeather mentions a run - that certainly catches her attention. Runs almost always lead to hunts... and she is a bit hungry. She considers the merits of joining them for a few moments, digging her claws meditatively into the bark of the tree which she rests in, before finally leaping nimbly to the ground.
"I hope you wouldn't mind the company of one more?" Her voice is a purr and she cocks her head at them with a small bemused sort of smile.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 2:30 am
Hawkheather let a smile pass over her face and blinked fondly at her clan mates. "Or I could, you know. Let you guys have a run together? Let you two be alooone~" She got up and circled the two other cats, drawing them closer towards each other. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of anything!" She backed up and dipped her head to her friends and looked across the clearing. "I should probably apologize to my sister and help her gather the herbs I ruined anyways." She waved her tail as she walked away. Back to see if she would get the Owl's talons.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 9:28 am
Turning his head, Brackenfang eyed the emerging Cinderstorm as she padded out to join them. A soft purr rumbled in his throat as she asked to be included on their little run. "Of course, more cats the merrier." he began, until Hawkheather seemed to suggest something.
Eyeing her, his tail tip twitched a bit, his paws shuffled into the ground. "I'm not sure what you are getting at..." he mrrowed, looking from one beautiful she cat to the other, a sly grin spread across his face. "What if I wanted the company of two beautiful ladies?" he mrrowed, but it seemed that Hawkheather was already padding off. "Should you happen to change your mind, your still welcome!" he called after her.
With a soft sigh, he turned back to Cinderstorm, standing up and brushing his tailtip against her shoulder. "Guess its just you and me then?" he said, a face the equivalent of a cat trying to be flirty. Eauo Guess its just Bracken and Cinder? XDD
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 2:03 pm
Mountainwhisper came padding in, passing the group, dragging a rabbit in his teeth. He was big enough to be rather good at killing rabbits. The scent of what he got for the clan seeped through the group and yet he said nothing. His eyes moved and glanced at the group as he went by, his shoulders rolling under his tan pelt as he drug/ carried the rabbit that was almost as big as he was. Once he placed the rabbit in the food pile he moved to the middle of camp and sat, his tail moving from side to side with a pleased rhythm. He was quite happy with his catch as he started to lick with his pink tongue over his bloody muzzle and chest. Larger prey usually made a bigger mess. His eyes watched the group near the entrance. He didnt interrupt, and he watched Brackenfang and Cinderstorm. A small smile came on his oddly colored muzzle but yet a strange kind of sadness hung in his chest. He wasnt sure what the feeling was but he would never bother anyone with it either. It just showed slightly in his green and yellow hazel eyes.
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