BreezeClan/Roleplay/Archive 01

Archived 22/03/2019
Contains roleplay from February-March 2019

The sun rose high over BreezeClan's sheltered island territory. Despite the late season, the snow on the ground was only soft and thin, and what little ice dared to venture into the river was quickly swept away. So it was with a cheerful smile fixed on her rounded face that Fallowgleam went about her business that morning, clearing slush from around the nursery and freshkill pile and generally just making herself pleasant company to whoever passed her by. With work complete, the muddy tortoiseshell selected a rabbit for herself from the freshkill pile and looked around for somebody to sit with, deciding to join Lightspirit as the cream tabby roused themself from sleep. "Morning, Lightspirit. Want to share my rabbit?" she inquired brightly. It should be mentioned that her irrepressible good humour could often be aggravating so early in the morning, but it was of course up to the other warrior how to respond.
Unlike his Clanmate, Sandpaw was *not* a morning person. The apprentice groaned and rolled out of his nest, shaking out his thick coat and licking down a few unruly tufts of fur that stood up along his spine. With an expression of extreme distaste, he dragged himself out of the den and snagged a finch off the freshkill pile, retreating to a secluded corner of camp to eat. The young ginger tabby probably wouldn't be fit for polite company until after he'd eaten and washed himself properly, but anyone was welcome to try. One riot,one ranger! 00:27, February 11, 2019 (UTC)
BrownBreeze was already in the woods, trying to hunt for something. Ah! There it is, the hare that ze has been hunting for. It is really a close catch when ze missed the hare and this time, ze caught it in zir’s mouth,the hare struggling to escape but Brown’s strong jaws clasped like a death grip on the hare. It is not cruel, it is just a way of zir’s life that ze has been trained to be a little cold hearted if ze has to fight against stronger warriors from different parties. Life is harsh, but not for the strong ones that will endure it through. Ze woke up extremely early each day to be hunting on zir own and that it’s a skill that ze will not be relying on the others to hunt for zir,its more like oweing a David to the others and ze hates paying favors.
Ze strode in the clan’s territories and chose a spot that is clean. Sitting down quietly, ze observes the others actions as they carried on their activities. Brown sighs and noms zir hare in absolute silence, enjoying the moment of silence not being interrupted. But not for Long soon the others will wake up and come and interact with zir on a daily basis. Ze has learned how to interact and not cause any other to cause zir trouble of saying that ze is too aloof or distant. Interactions are not what ze enjoys, but ze will make it through each day. It is both a blessing  and a curse to feel everything so deeply... 01:38, February 20, 2019 (UTC)
Stagpaw stepped into the main camp a stony face over to the freshkill pile as his ear flicked back as his deep amber eyes lurked over the fresh mouse that was there his lean body was almost slightly scrawny his short tabby coat looking not the cleanist rubbed in dirt and other muddy substances that had been their during his training sessions with fallowgleam, he saw his mentor at the pile eating a rabbit as he rolled his eyes slightly his humor not in the greastest mood today as his ears showed this and his tail swishing at his temper being in front of his personality. Stag in the headlights! 11:40, February 26, 2019 (UTC)