Post by Carotius on May 14, 2015 0:36:09 GMT -5
Tags/Characters involved: Babylonranger [Nettletooth], Trickle [Kinkpaw], Myself [Sparkleap, Rowanpaw]
Setting: Dusk; beginning from LeafClan camp, to patrol the borders; weather is a little chilly
OOC: I'm contemplating if this happens before or after Varuin's attack, since the report phase hasn't exactly been made.
Another warm greenleaf day was coming to an end. LeafClan was serenely nestled in its camp, surrounded by the trees they had lovingly associated themselves with for many generations, its inhabitants contentedly moving about its interior. While it had been strangely humid that day, which made the felines uncomfortable regardless of their fur types, they welcome the chilling breeze that swooped in from the outer edges of their camp, caressing and comforting the living beings and giving them a reprieve from the heat.
Rowanpaw had just finished changing out the moss beddings in the apprentices' den, several balls of the old ones rolled up and chucked out the entrance, ready to be disposed of. The ginger she-cat hardly wanted to think about clearing the moss in the nursery or the elders' den; it might be a nightmare for all she knew, and she's rather keep the thought away and instead have a rather clear mind on her task. As she clawed up the remaining patches of old bedding from one of her denmates' nest, she heard pawsteps at the entrance, blocking part of the dark orange sunlight that had glared into the den. She was irritated for the sudden gloom, but thankful at the same time that the heaty ray was no longer blazing on her pelt.
"Let's go on a border patrol. It's a better way of letting you see the territory, especially after that bout with Aspenfall and the others," Sparkleap's voice echoed in the empty den, causing Rowanpaw to flick her ears, half in acknowledgement, the other half in slight annoyance. "Finish off the bedding first. If Kinkpaw's snoozing his head off in there, wake him and tell him he's coming along too."
Stop telling me to do so many things at once! The she-cat curled her lips in the beginnings of a snarl, chucking the final rolled ball of moss out the opening, purring with satisfaction at hearing it make contact with her mentor. Snorting, she padded over to the other nests, inspecting if all the bedding was changed, and to see if the curly-furred apprentice mentioned was, in fact, sleeping in the den.
"Kinkpaw! Sparkleap wants us on a patrol!" she called out, the echo bouncing back into her ears. Don't make me pounce on you...
Sparkleap turned to check his golden pelt one last time. It was only slightly scruffy-looking, bits of fur still missing from his lower half of his body from the comical collision with thorns and helpful claws. He'd been reassured that the fur would grow back soon, just needs some time. Sighing, he let his amber eyes rove over his Clanmates, wondering if he could take anyone with him.
Setting: Dusk; beginning from LeafClan camp, to patrol the borders; weather is a little chilly
OOC: I'm contemplating if this happens before or after Varuin's attack, since the report phase hasn't exactly been made.
Another warm greenleaf day was coming to an end. LeafClan was serenely nestled in its camp, surrounded by the trees they had lovingly associated themselves with for many generations, its inhabitants contentedly moving about its interior. While it had been strangely humid that day, which made the felines uncomfortable regardless of their fur types, they welcome the chilling breeze that swooped in from the outer edges of their camp, caressing and comforting the living beings and giving them a reprieve from the heat.
Rowanpaw had just finished changing out the moss beddings in the apprentices' den, several balls of the old ones rolled up and chucked out the entrance, ready to be disposed of. The ginger she-cat hardly wanted to think about clearing the moss in the nursery or the elders' den; it might be a nightmare for all she knew, and she's rather keep the thought away and instead have a rather clear mind on her task. As she clawed up the remaining patches of old bedding from one of her denmates' nest, she heard pawsteps at the entrance, blocking part of the dark orange sunlight that had glared into the den. She was irritated for the sudden gloom, but thankful at the same time that the heaty ray was no longer blazing on her pelt.
"Let's go on a border patrol. It's a better way of letting you see the territory, especially after that bout with Aspenfall and the others," Sparkleap's voice echoed in the empty den, causing Rowanpaw to flick her ears, half in acknowledgement, the other half in slight annoyance. "Finish off the bedding first. If Kinkpaw's snoozing his head off in there, wake him and tell him he's coming along too."
Stop telling me to do so many things at once! The she-cat curled her lips in the beginnings of a snarl, chucking the final rolled ball of moss out the opening, purring with satisfaction at hearing it make contact with her mentor. Snorting, she padded over to the other nests, inspecting if all the bedding was changed, and to see if the curly-furred apprentice mentioned was, in fact, sleeping in the den.
"Kinkpaw! Sparkleap wants us on a patrol!" she called out, the echo bouncing back into her ears. Don't make me pounce on you...
Sparkleap turned to check his golden pelt one last time. It was only slightly scruffy-looking, bits of fur still missing from his lower half of his body from the comical collision with thorns and helpful claws. He'd been reassured that the fur would grow back soon, just needs some time. Sighing, he let his amber eyes rove over his Clanmates, wondering if he could take anyone with him.