//the most important points recently was a dog attack. yellowsting
was mildly injured, Snowflank was badly injured, whiteleap is with
snowflank right now being some kind of guardian angel type
thing
Flintstar is trying to flirt with yellowsting, aaaand thornpaw and
darkflight found a stray kit in a tree
Wolfpaw walked around camp waiting for someone to notice her, she
didn't want to walk up to someone just in case she made a bad
impression. She saw a cat and her instincts told her to dive into
the nearest shelter. She ended up diving into a thicket.
Whiteleap rises to his paws, smiling a little at snowflank. "Im
going to go get you something to eat alright?" he purrs, padding
out the den to go pick some fresh kill from the pile. He spots
wolfpaw and walks over to her. "Hey what are you doing wandering
around camp?" he asks, shaking his head. "Say, would you like to
help me out with something?" he asks the apprentice.
"Well, snowflank is in Wishflower's den, and i'd like to bring her
a nice piece of prey from the pile, and i need your help picking
out the perfect thing to bring to her, do you think you can help?"
he says, snorting in amusement at the apprentice's shyness
Cheshire drags himself along the orange tree's branch carefully,
bunching his haunches. The bird sings cheerfully, unaware of the
predator a mere tail length behind it. Then he springs, unsheathed
claws digging into the bird's wings and the cat cuts off the bird's
startled squawk with a swift bite to the neck. Gracefully, Cheshire
leaps to the ground, satisfied with his kill.
[What season is it?]
No idea::
Foxstep padded out of camp to patrol by herself, seeing that
everyone was busy. Sighing, she walked along the borders, watching
for strange scents and prey.
As Foxstep walked along the borders, she scented a strange and
unfamiliar scent. She twitched her ears and tasted the air. A
cat, eh? She looked up and spotted the dark figure of a cat.
Wolfpaw bounds over to the pile. She digs around until she found a
plump thrush. "What about this one?" She says with her mouth full
of feathers. She nudges the thrush towards Whiteleap.
[Drama is appreciated when written well, but despised when
overdone.]
Cheshire spits out a stray feather, trotting through the trees
toward the river. He takes a seat by the riverbank, settling down
to eat his prey, amber eyes scanning the area for any signs of
danger. His sharp nose catches the scent of a she-cat but he
ignores it pointedly.
//mk im not leaving yet but from here on im officially inactive
till i make it to virginia and im gonna want a recap kthxbye
Whiteleap smiles and purrs a little, patting wolfpaw on the head.
"Thats a good pick~ do you want to carry it to snowflank? i think
she'd appreciate it"
"Ok!" Her tone sounded more cheerful. She bounded towards the den,
trying her best not to drop the thrush. She placed the thrush next
to Snowflank. "This is from Whiteleap." Wolfpaw said quietly as she
leapt out of the den. She purred with delight.
Whiteleap thanks wolfpaw and pads into the medicine cat den. "I
don't think shes as shy as she was before anymore, shes a pretty
nice apprentice." He meows before purring softly. "She helped me
pick out the perfect piece of fresh-kill for you"