The Lazy, Lithe, Leopard-Furred Queen (Open)

[Midnight]

Leopardtail purred as she sat in the sun, her head up to warm her neck, the New-Leaf sun blazing down on her leopard fur, warming her despite the still-chilly air. It was warming up, which was nice, but it wasn't very close to Green-Leaf just yet.

Leopardtail licked her paw as she looked around boredly, waiting for a cat to come to talk to her or even to see one of her kits. Thinking of my kits.. I wonder how Speckledpaw, Spottedpaw, Featherpaw, and Tigerpaw are doing.. She wondered, her head tipped to the side as she thought of the apprentices, I wonder if they've trained yet and how that's all going.. Leopardtail cleared herself of the thoughts by shaking herself out, then cleaning her fur. After which, the full-time queen of LeafClan continued her looking around camp.

[Splash]

Dull claws sunk into the earth, attached to black paws with ginger flecks scattered across them. The paws became shoulders with what little muscle they had stretched. The scents of the Medicine's Cats den were a sharp as ever, and without a knack for things of the sort, you could never tell which cluttered scent was which. A black nose sniffed the air. Marigold is near the front...... Following the hard to pick out scent of the herb that fended off infections, Birchpaw walked carefully to the front of the den.

It the clearing, it was always different. You cloud choose where you wanted to go, but, things moved. If you were looking for a cat, you had to pick out their scent and hope the wind was on your side. The Apprentices Den, Warriors Den, Nursery, Elder's den, Medicine Cat's Den and Leader's den had their own smells. but, it was easier in some ways, to find a certain cat. but, Birchpaw was not looking for a cat. Truthfully, he just needed time away from the overwhelming scents of herbs.

but, he could not just stand here in the door of the Medicine Cat's den either. The scents were to harsh, and he wanted time in the fresh air. Of course, he knew the scents were also clinging to his pelt. but, it would be better away from the herbs. He wasn't sure if his pelt would ever not smell of herbs unless he fell in the river but, moving away from the Medicine Cat's den, just to stand someplace in camp would give him a bit of relief. Stepping out a bit farther, he felt the wind against his pelt. It would be best to move upwind. then the herb scent would not reach him and he could smell where he was going.

Straightening his tortoiseshell pelt, Birchpaw moved upwind, less cautiously then before. The scents weren't confusing, and the wind direction told him he wasn't going to run face-first into a cat. He also could use his ears to double check everything he smelled. Sniffing the air once more, he smelt a cat who smelled of the Nursery, but, not of kits. At that moment. Probably a full-time queen. There were a lot of those.... Catching a new gust of the scent, he recognized Leopardtail. A full-time queen, as he had thought. Odd that he was picking out one scent. Unless...... StarClan, he was right behind her. Or next to her. Or in front of her. Either way, he was standing close to her. How else would her scent be the main one he smelled?

[kitty]

Brackenclaw padded into the camp carrying a piece of prey. He spotted his mate. He dropped off his prey and trotted over to her. "Hello Leopardtail." He purred from behind her. "Looking for something in particular?" Life had been going by so fast, their kits were warriors already.