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Post by Clementine on Apr 8, 2012 10:40:57 GMT -5
Robinsong stretched in her nest, waking up from her slumber. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the hazy gaze, and looked in dismay at the scene before her. Herbs scattered all over the den floor. Looks like she had fallen asleep on the job. All day yesterday, Robinsong had been out searching for herbs, taking advantage of the prosperous growing, and had fallen asleep in the middle of sorting everything. Quickly sweeping up the leaves and finishing up her sorting job, Robinsong let out a large yawn before padding out of the den and into the morning sunlight. It seemed as though the world was just waking up, though dawn was hours ago, and Robinsong let the newleaf sun gently warm her pelt as she walked over to investigate the fresh-kill pile for a satisfying breakfast. Spotting a particularily plump rabbit, Robinsong pawed the prey out from under a freshly-caught vole and plunged her muzzle into it's belly. The meat was tender and juicy, just what she needed to satisfy her hungry belly. She hadn't eaten since sunhigh yesterday, so she finished off her meal in three ravenous bites. Swiping her tongue around her muzzle to make sure that she hadn't missed any bits of food, Robinsong flicked her tail contently as she made her way over to a patch of sunlight, which she happily layed down in in attempts to warm her fluffy calico pelt.
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Post by Thorn on Apr 8, 2012 21:33:23 GMT -5
Foxtail wasn't the most careful warrior the clan had seen. He had been all about fighting and most were aware of that. He was generally always picked to be the front of the battle. That was something he was proud of. The ginger and white tom dropped his catch into the prey pile. His bright green graze brushed over Robinsong for just a moment before swiping his tongue around his muzzle and eyeing the leaders den. Yes Foxtail was young but he wished Nightstar had picked him as deputy instead of Pinespot. Foxtail wasn't power hungry in the sense he would kill, but he did have the jelousy aspect. The only reason why he probably wasn't picked was the fact that he was made a warrior only four moons ago. He stomped past Robinsong unaware of her relazing. He muttered a few things to himself before circling and laying down. The newleaf sun his his brighter ginger and white pelt and in some places it glistened brightly. He opened one eye and looked at the medicine cat."Apologies Robinsong. I hope I didn't disturb you too much with my careless stomping." The young warrior mewed.
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Post by Clementine on Apr 9, 2012 22:36:18 GMT -5
Robinsong's peaceful rest was disturbed all too soon, as expected when you tried to get a moment of quiet in Windclan camp. She probably should have gone out for a rest. The thudding of paws dashed any possibility of sleep, so Robinsong blinked open her eyes and glanced at the newcomer, squinting through the sunlight. Robin recognized him immediatly. Robinsong and Foxtail had been apprentices together, though she had chosen the path of a medicine cat, and he a warrior, and had also had their ceremonies around the same time. She smiled at the warrior, swishing her tail back and forth in a welcoming sort of way, "Not to worry Foxtail! How have you been? How is life as a warrior?" she queried, rolling over onto her belly. Her eyes glittered; she hadn't gotten to speak with him in quite a while, and she liked keeping in touch with her clanmates.
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