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Ashcloud blinked in shock, her ears perking forward in surprise as she was addressed. She didn't expect to be called to, especially when she was brooding to herself. Rising to her paws, the molly curiously padded toward Emberfall, her heart swelling with warmth at his offer. "If you are certain, Emberfall, I'd be delighted." She mewed, blinking gratefully at the tom as she slowed to a halt beside him, her teal visionaries hold his own orbs.
Mossfeather was crouched, staring at Shorepebble's body, before her eyes turned to seek for her mate. Hiddenshade was a worthy tom, a strong warrior and previous leader. If Shorepebble's brother would not have her, perhaps the mate she left behind would be good enough for the molly, after all she didn't need him anymore. Purring at her thoughts, spurred on from her complex that demanded she needed to be loved by a worthy mate, something grilled into her by her late mother, the molly continued seeking for the pelt of Hiddenshade with a glutton look in her eye.
Winterstorm continued to trudge back to camp, huffing as he ignored all around him. The half mauled mouse remained in his maw, as he trudged across the snow that covered the swampland, making it extra dangerous.
Sloepatch padded to the warrior's den for sleep, anticipating that she'd want to hunt later on. She glanced at the sleeping Froststripe, and made a mental note to request the molly to join her on the hunt.
Scorchedpaw exited the apprentice den with a dazed expression, obviously freshly awoken. Those harsh orange visionaries scanned the area with an unreadable expression, before she continued on to the fresh-kill pile, fresh scratches lacing her silky pelt.
"Cypresspaw!" Skypaw mewed, finally gaining on the tom to the point she could see his retreating figure in the distance. Rushing after him with quick moving paws, the young molly finally jogged to his side, panting as she fell into step with the tom. So many questions laced her lips, but out of respect, she chose to not speak them. Was he okay? Was there a herb to heal his emotional wounds? Did he enjoy her company? Did he... like her? Ears twitching, the molly glanced around, wondering where he was heading. "The air is quite biting tonight, isn't it?" She mewed awkwardly, realising that she didn't know what to do now that she impulsively had to get to his side. Mother of Ferrets 01:41, March 18, 2019 (UTC)
Snowfox hissed in irritation as the tom's words continued to repeat inside her head and finally, the young. warrior froze in her steps as she dug her claws into the muck, yelled and then whirled around to chase after the tom at a sprint. "Foxbrain!! Get your egotistical tail back here!! We are on patrol!!" She hollerd after him as his figure came into her sight.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 05:33, March 18, 2019 (UTC)
Splotchedflame gave a loud yawn as he moved into the camp. He looked around the camp before he would head over to the fresh-kill pile. He gave a grumble as he took a mouse from the pile and headed over a peaceful section of the camp.
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Littlesnow stood beside her mother, comforting the she-cat once more. Her mother had grown frail since the passing of her brother. The tabby-and-white molly turned to her mother. "Jumpstrike is headed this way, mother. I need to go on the patrol. I'll be back."
The weary tabby simply nodded and moved to curl up, paws tucked beneath her small, fluffy body. 02:44, March 26, 2019 (UTC)
Splotchedflame looked over to where he could see Littlesnow. He tilted his head a bit before he went back to eating his mouse. He know of the passing of their family member and Splotchedflame wished he could help in some way. That was how he was.
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The tabby-and-white warrior moved towards the tunnel that would lead her outbof camp, her ears slightly flattened as she slipped from camp. The young she-cat hadn't done much today and she figured it wouldn't. Afterall, she'd spent the other day tagging along with Splotchedflame. 02:58, March 26, 2019 (UTC)
Splotchedflame watched her go before he flattened his ears. He wanted to follow her, but didn't want to seem to clingy so he stayed where he was, eating his mouse. And once he was done, he rolled over and onto his back.
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Emberfall grinned and made room for Ashcloud to sit beside him. "Of course, I'm very certain," he purred. Darkfrost suddenly appeared from the warriors den, and her icy eyes landed on him. He tensed up as he met her gaze. She looked like she... knew he saw her. Heart quickening, he ducked his head down and averted his attention back to Ashcloud. "How are things with you?" 04:12, March 26, 2019 (UTC)
Winterstorm glanced over his shoulder and spat toward the strange molly, his visionaries ablaze in frustration. "Mouse-brain molly!" He yowled, continuing to trudge away from her, picking up his pace in hopes to lose the presumably insane feline.
Ashstorm flicked an ear back gratefully, her nose twitching as she crouched beside the tom, those teal visionaries meeting his own before she carefully bit into the fresh kill and chewed on the delicious meat. Her ears pinned back in bewilderment as the tom tensed, her gaze flashing toward the cause; Darkfrost. Curiously eyeing the molly momentarily before he spoke up again, reclaiming her attention. Swallowing her mouthful, she twitched her whiskers. "As best as it can be, perhaps. Leafbare is always difficult, and hopefully the snow shall melt soon. It would be tolerable if Winterstorm wasn't so hard to deal with." She mewed sadly, seeking her littermate but he was nowhere to be seen. Mother of Ferrets 02:56, April 9, 2019 (UTC)
"Oh?" Emberfall blinked curiously. "Is he giving you trouble?" he wondered. 00:07, May 8, 2019 (UTC)
The smoke heard Skypaw's voice, and although the air was as cold as she had stated, he felt hot underneath his thick fur. Cypresspaw paused in his tracks, briefly glancing over his shoulder back at the dappled apprentice who elected to follow him out into the wilderness while he sulked over his mother's death. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, but he tried his hardest to compose himself and keep everything together. "Yeah, it is a little chilly today..." He admitted quietly, glancing up at the sky once more. Death was in the air.Thieving Ferret 12:56, September 12, 2019 (UTC)
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