Tell Duckstrike.. (Open)

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike woke from his rather dreamless sleep with a start. "Bahhhh.." He mumbled standing on his frail feeling legs. "Time to get up.." He meowed, his paws pushing him up. He was bored, that was for sure. but only if he could fall asleep again.. but no.. Duckstrike wobbled out of the den and into the clearing. "Hello world." He mumbled, his swirled pelt gleaming from a groom just moments ago. Hopefully some cats would arose from their dens and talk to him. 

[Whiteleaf]

Lakestorm sleepily opened her bright green eyes when she heard a cat mumble not far from her nest in the warriors den. She spied Duckstrike leaving the den before trying to go back to sleep. After a couple of moments however, the silver tabby knew that it was a futile effort. Standing up, she stretched and headed out of the den after the other warrior.

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike heard the thumping of paws against the ground. Her turned seeing a gray she-cat. Her green eyes didn't match with her pelt, but was a rather pretty contrast. "Why hello, joining me on this morning?" He asked simply looking at the clouds above. He never knew that wishes were answered so quickly. His head nodded slowly, a act of gratitude. "So, what's your name?" He asked casually. Duckstrike licked his chest, hoping he didn't look to ragged. Having just come out of the Warriors den, he wasn't in his prime.

[Whiteleaf]

As the young warrior emerged from the den out into the Sunsetclan camp, Lakestorm glanced up to see her denmate peering at her. "Hello," she mewed back with a friendly flick of her tail, nodding. She has seen the tom around camp, but they have never really gotten to talk to each other until now. "The name is Lakestorm," the she-cat answered, with slight amusement showing in her eyes as she watched him give his chest fur a lick. "And yours?"

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike smiled happily, at least there was some one to talk to, and it was a warrior. but at least someone was willing to talk, and she seemed kind enough. "Lakestorm, very pretty name." He meowed, a pleasent smile crossing his gray tabby face. His green eyes tried to catch hers and he swallowed, his name? "My name is Duckstrike, at your service." Duckstrike said with a smile. His knees bent in a bow, his once drowsy ways awakened enough to have spirit in his walk.

[Asher]

Snowpaw bounded out of the apprentices den. He squealed as the morning sun reflected off the ocean and into his eyes. "Too bright!" he mumbled. He raced over to the fresh-kill pile to eat when he crashed into a gray she-cat. "Oops, sorry." he squealed, dipping his head in embarrassment.

[Whiteleaf]

The young warrior smiled at the compliment Duckstrike had paid her. She was opening her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, she felt a sudden force crash into her. "Oof," Lakestorm mewed in surprise, thankfully catching herself before she fell. She turned to see that it was just one of those energetic apprentices. "It's ok, but be more careful next time!" She told the young tom.

[NIXX]

Vixenstorm trotted out of the warriors den, her body was buzzing with energy this morning and she needed to let it out. Her ears pricked up in excitment when she saw that others were out and about already. Not only were they out, but to playing too. Well, at least to Vixenstorm it looked like playing. Without hesitation she ran right for Snowpaw and Lakestorm, she didn't get far though till she tripped over her own paws and went crashing down, skidding to halt. Vixenstorm huffed, shaking off all the dirt that was now in her beautiful red pelt. "Oh, for once can't I just have fun without you all getting in the way," she hissed seeming to be talking to her paws.

[Asher]

Snowpaw got up and shook the dirt out of his pelt. Why did I have to trip? He looked at the warrior he had crashed into.

"It's ok, but be more careful next time!"

Snowpaw dipped his head in embarrassment. "What's your name?" he finally asked. Then, Vixenstorm crashed into them. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

[Whiteleaf]

As Lakestorm watched the apprentice shake out his pelt, she spotted another warrior coming out of the warriors den. Eyes widening in surprise, she watched as the she-cat tripped over her own paws heading towards the small group of cats. but before she could react, Snowpaw drew her attention away fro!m her. "My name's Lakestorm and this is Duckstrike," she answered, pointing over to the now silent tom with the tip of her tail. "And how about you?" she mewed, before glancing back over at Vixenstorm when Snowpaw has asked if she was alright.

[Otterpotter]

The striped warrior had drifted off on the clearing after waking up earlier for no reason. The she-cat heard paws and voices and lifted her head from the cold ground. The blind cat followed the voiced to a group of cats that had also awoken. She didn't really know any of them but it was obvious she would be polite. "Hello.." Silverwind mumbled while trying to get her mind to come back to proper focus.

[NIXX]

Vixenstorm smiled at the other cats, flicking her fluffy tail back and forth behind her, Vixenstorm at your service. She laughed at herself right as the comment left her mouth. She was just about to say something else to the cats she had just meet when she heard a soft hello come from a new cat. Well, new to her. Vixenstorm, oblivious to the fact the new cat was blind, motioned with her tail for the she-cat to make her way over to the group.

[Otterpotter]

Silverwind's ear were lowered a bit as the speech discontinued. The blind she-cat took sniff a the air and used that instead to locate the group. She sat down and pointed her useless gaze straight ahead not really caring if she creeped anyone out by it.

[Asher]

Is this cat blind? Snowpaw examined her eyes which seemed lifeless and dull. He recognized her as Silverwind, a cat he had seen around camp before. "Hello Silverwind." he said "Would you like me to go get you a nice juicy fish?" All SunsetClan cats liked fish and Snowpaw figured Silverwind would too.

[Otterpotter]

Silverwind pointed her cold dull eyes towards the cat. "Okay I'm not mean but if you talk to me like I'm out of it, I claw you." She growled. The warrior had avoided food for the past few days as she felt sick by the shear smell of it. "Not a morning cat...sorry." She added and laid down.