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"I used to be better. I used to be better. I used to be better."

Otterleap • Male • 50 moons • Warrior • River Near Camp • Mentions: None

Crystalline water exploded around Otterleap's thick frame as he lept forward, diving sloppily into the river. At the moment, he frolicked in privacy, though with the sun rising and more tigers waking up as the minutes crept by, this time was almost over. Having woken up hours before — before anyone else, he expected — the outwardly-serious male had ventured out towards the river to let off some steam. By now, he was dripping wet, his light tangerine fur darkened to a light vermillion. He crawled from the river, the mud squelching between his paw pads, and shook his short pelt free of water, spraying droplets of water in every direction. On the walk back to camp, his gait was just a bit jauntier than normal but calmed once the caves and tree hollows of camp came into view. The smell of carrion drifted to his pinkish nose, carried by a gentle breeze. He stepped quicker, his tongue darting out to moisten his jowls. As he approached the rough pile of meats; a trio of boars piled on top of a large gorilla, several fish surrounding a few baboons. Stepping towards one of the partly-eaten monkeys and snatching it up, he carried his meal towards the outskirts of camp, watching as everyone else awoke and emerged from their dens.

Minus 40% baboon


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"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."

Beetlecub • Female • 3 moons • Cub • Nursery • Mentions: Spiderfang

Fast asleep, Beetlecub's head rested against her father's stomach, rising and falling with every breath. As she dreamed, her round paws twitched, her small tail flicked, and her face screwed up every so often, her eyes squinting and her nose squirming. A high-pitched, small grunt worked its way out of her agape mouth and she buried her head further into Spiderfang's fur as her breathing returned to normal and the tension in her muscles eased. Minutes later, her large eyes creaked open and blinked, adjusting slowly to the dark. Abstract patches of sunlight lay around her, shaped by the gaps in the leaves on the nursery's roof. The cub rolled onto her belly, looked towards her father's face and chirped, filling the nursery with high, sharp noises. Her paws kneaded into the fur on Spiderfang's belly and she squeaked again,"Dad!"

Redtooth | Male | Camp | Warrior | 88 Moons | Mentions: Echosky and Dawnwhisper [minor]

Soft rays of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of green that grew overhead on the nimble limbs of trees, soft morning birds, settled atop perches, hummed their early-day hymns, a soft tune that rose and fell with a series of different octaves. Stretched out on his nest of sweet-grass, hornbill feathers and soft moss a large behemoth of a male slumbered, his flanks rose and fell with even breathing, nostrils flaring with inhales and exhales. His physique was the epitome of masculinity, muscle rippling under his thick coat of rusty yellow accompanied by thin, transverse stripes of onyx. Dark audits would flick as he picked up the sound of movement, but the hessian had yet to rouse. The long whiskers that highlighted his muzzle quivered as his peaceful expression twisted, brow knotting and snout wrinkling as he was swept into the vividness of his dreamscape. Large paws flexed, exposing formidable talons that clawed up soil and bedding alike as a spasm rippled through his sculpt before the virile male fell limp again. A grunt forced it's way from his throat, a deep, primitive noise before even that was silenced. The sound of voices was finally enough to tug him from his evocative rest. A lid peeled away to reveal striking aureate irises through the gloom of the warrior's den. He blinked drowsily, then his massive maw gaped in a yawn that blew the remainder of his breath free from his lungs, flashing ivory canines and molars and a strong, flexible tongue. He picked his skull from the soft bedding underneath him and managed to see through the haze of sleep long enough to detect two females slink from the den. From where he lay, still sprawled out on his side, Redtooth stretched. It was a simple yet lengthy action, straining his limbs as far as he could until he could feel the loosening of tension before rolling over onto the soft, downy fur of his stomach. He rasped his oral appendage over the dark assets of his lips, then took his time making his way out of the den a few minutes after two of his clan-mates had. He'd slept through the night and yet his heart still raced with the activeness of his dream, or rather nightmare. The females gorged themselves on the remains of a kill, their plans on a hunting party set. Redtooth's gait was slow and lazy as he waited until the lasses to moved on to approach the prey pile himself, sniffing at the choices for one that would best sate his appetite for the morning.

Redtooth | Male | Camp | Warrior | 88 Moons | Mentions: None

In the end, the male had chosen to gulp down three of the silver-scaled fish, the meat was soft and kind of tangy; fish was never the most delicious prey he'd consumed but it would due. Soon, he imagined fishing would be in order to keep the supply up as there was only ten of the limp, slimy creatures to begin with and his hunger left only seven. After gulping down bone and meat alike, the virile licked the crumbs from his whiskers and licked away annoying scales that had gotten caught between his teeth. He glanced around the camp with vacant eyes, wondering just how early he had awoken as there was very little activity, the majority of ShadeClan were still curled up comfortably in their nests. Patrols would be arranged soon and that was something the rusty brujo had interest in. Trekking along the clan's borders and ensuring nothing was amiss? A superb job for a male who wanted nothing than to catch the slobbery dogs of MudClan put even a claw out of line.
After a few moments of listening to the sounds of the jungle, Redtooth found himself hauling onto all fours and making his way to a more sunnier area in which to recline until something caught his attention. He found a place next to a small boulder, the top smooth from one too many bodies using the surface for a sun-bathing tool. He collapsed in the soft grass and soil, crossing his strong forelimbs and tucking his hinds underneath him. He rasped his large paws with his tongue, clensing the scabbards of his claws free from pieces of meat and scales.

Minus 3 fish