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Post by Sentimentality on Nov 16, 2011 2:28:48 GMT -5
Bramblepaw padded out of the Apprentice den, black fur littered with moss from his nest. The tom sat down and dipped his head, grooming his short fur. Once most of the moss had gone, he stood up and made his way to the fresh-kill pile, stomach grumbling loudly. He took a rabbit and took it away from the pile, settling down to eat. He wouldn't eat it all, so if he saw anyone he would offer to share it. The young tom didn't want to seem greedy.
When he had eated as much as he could, Bramblepaw looked around, amber eyes scanning the camp carefully. Hopefully some others would wake up and join him instead of him being alone. He had planned to go hunting at some point during the day, and he hoped to have some company on the trip. |
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Post by PhantomFootsteps on Nov 16, 2011 10:56:54 GMT -5
Ivypaw uncurled herself from her comfortable sleeping place in one of the hollows. She, like so many other WindClanners, chose to sleep under the stars in all but the very most of inclement weathers. Glancing casually around, she was surprised at how few were awake.
Spotting one of her fellow apprentices, she rose to her paws and gave herself a quick shake, dislodging several scraps of moss and grass from her blotchy multicolored pelt.
She looked at Bramblepaw, noticing the rabbit he held, and hoping that she wasn't unwelcome. She sauntered over, weaving her way though several other sleeping cats who would probably have her tail if she disturbed their rest.
"Hi," she meowed timidly, blinking uncertainly at the other apprentice.
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Post by Sentimentality on Nov 16, 2011 11:22:40 GMT -5
Hearing a voice, the tom turned to face the cat, a small smile etched upon his face. "Hello," he mewed, dipping his head. "Would you like some? I've had my share." Bramblepaw flicked his tail towards the rabbit, eyes locked on the she-cat. For some reason he felt awkward, but maybe it was just him. Lack of conversation always made him self-conscious and he was starting to wonder if he had a bad smell around him or something.
Feeling stupid, his eyes widened as he realised that he hadn't introduced himself. "My name's Bramblepaw," he mewed, unsure whether she knew his name or not. Well, she did now. Waiting for her to reply, the black tom wrapped his tail neatly around his paws. |
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Post by bookie on Nov 21, 2011 2:09:40 GMT -5
Skykit shuffled his paws awkwardly as he hovered nervously around the medicine den, his large eyes panning around from left to right. Where could the medicine cat be, he wondered in his head, as the 5-moon-old's tail darted from left to right twitchily. With one longing look back at the medicine den, he shuffled off to the fresh-kill pile, feeling very hungry but not really wanting to eat.
He picked out a baby rabbit almost as big as him - not a surprise; he always had been the smallest kit in the nursery - and began to chew hungrily, eyes lighting up at the taste. The rich, warm, meaty flavor filled his mouth as he dragged it over to the medicine den after a few bites to wait for the medicine cat to return, avoiding everybody's gaze and hunching so small that he could hide behind the prey.
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