|| Russetfeather || Open for Interaction ||

Silent paws skimmed the top of the ground, careful to avoid rustling dried leaves or brushing against dead branches. Accompanied with these paws was a dark ginger she cat, eyes narrowed and trained on a rustling underneath a holly bush just meters away, where an unsuspecting mouse would soon fall victim to the sharp fangs of the feline. Russetfeather propelled herself forward swiftly and, bunching her hind quarters, gave a mighty leap forward, landing squarely on top of the mouse and dispatching it with a blow, adding a bite to the back of the neck to ensure it was dead. Picking the limp prey up in her jaws, she turned, tail swaying, and walked leisurely back to camp, eyes glittering. She was one of the few warriors who actually got up before the sun did. Russetfeather enjoyed morning hunting; the prey was slow from just waking up, and unsuspecting that a predator would be out yet. Thus, she usually returned with at least one catch.

|| Adderpaw ||

A large lump of fur laid up in a tangled ball in the apprentice's den, head twisted around, one paw up in the air, and tail covering his mouth. Adderpaw couldn't possibly be more comfortable-- at least he appeared that way. His dreams were not dreams at all, but nightmares about petty and cliche things, but nightmares they were all the same. Monsters swerved toward him, bright lights staring him down. A fox jumped out and tackled him to the ground, ripping out his throat and letting him bleed to death. Water filled his lungs until he could not longer breath and slowly sank to the bottom of a lake where no one would ever find him. These were the 'dreams' that haunted him this particular night. Normally they were happier, but still cliche, dreams of hunting and playing and becoming a warrior.

Jolting awake, Adderpaw raised his head and looked wildly around the den, sides heaving rapidly. It took a minute or so for the tom to calm down and he rested his head on his paws, though sleep would not come again. He would wait until his mentor summoned him to train, or chat with one of the other apprentices once they were awake.

|| Lostsong ||

"Blood, blood..." Lostsong murmured quietly to herself in a sing-song voice. She sat in the very center of camp, a tiny thrush between her jaws. She had caught it yesterday, but no had eaten it, and so she claimed it for herself. "Birds have blood. Cats have blood. Birds are cats?" She continued softly, her voice too quiet for anyone to overhear her strange mutterings. She poked one claw into the bird and slowly began to tear into it, mutilating it until all that remained was a bloody mess and a pile of feathers. Carefully, she separated each and every feather into a neat pile and glanced at the blood. "Leaves...." The pale colored she cat darted out of camp, returning just a minute later with a mouthful of leaves which she used to cover the scene. "Kits not see blood now..." She whispered, content with her work of covering the bird's blood. Picking up the feathers, Lostsong trotted merrily to the nursery, tail raised high in the air. She didn't dare go in. Last time she had done that one of the queens had chased her out. No one wanted Lostsong around kits, but she liked kits. Kits were cute. And soft. She deposited the feathers at the entrance of the den, rearranging them into a neat pile that was sure to blow over at the slightest breeze. Once satisfied again with her work, she padded back into the middle of camp and sat down, craning her neck back to stare up at the sky. "The stars are blood.... the sky is blood.... everything is blood...."

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Littlepaw - Apprentice - Mentor:Crowfoot - Camp - Mentions:Open for interaction

A pale tabby shecat twitched in her nest of moss and feathers. She had been restless all night, of course she hadn't woken up, but she had kicked all of her moss around. She snorted in her sleep, this was one of the first nights she had slept well and while she was tired, it didn't stop her from waking herself up with another snort. She blinked sleepily, as she stared at the ceiling of the den, wondering why it was there, before realizing she was on her back. She purred as she righted herself, stretching out her front legs and paws, yawning as she did. She blinked again, and looked around her, noting that Silverpaw was still asleep based on her snuffling, Adderpaw was probably awake, as she saw his chest wasn't moving as deeply as Silverpaw's. As she glanced around, noticing the sun wasn't up quite just yet,she looke again and she noticed embarrassed, that her nest had been scattered and was stuck to her fur, she sighed as she turned and started plucking the moss and feathers from her fur, as not to look like a bird.


Smokeclaw- Warrior - Apprentice:Silverpaw - Camp - Mentions:Russetfeather


A ghostly white and black faced tom was fast asleep, curled up tightly with his head buried in his tail, when his ear twitched. The birds had started to basically scream, when Smokeclaw slowly opened his eyes, still tightly curled, silently cursing the damned birds who woke him, since now there wasn't a chance he would fall back asleep. When he was an apprentice, he could fall back asleep easily but now, and he didn't know why but he couldn't unless he had worked all day. He sighed through his nose before uncurling slowly, groaning quietly as his muscles had stiffen during the night. He stretched out before arching his back and yawning. He glanced around, noting the Warriors still sleeping, before silently padding his way out of the den, avoiding stepping on tails and tripping on stray legs.

He stepped into the early morning, and quietly padded over to the fresh kill pile, sifting through before finding his favorite, mouse. He grabbed the mouse and turned, noticing Russetfeather entering camp, he admired her skills at hunting and waking up early, he nodded in greeting, flicking her tail, silently asking if she wanted to eat with him, before he had to wake Silverpaw for training.

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