[ Starlingheart ]
Tom ✦ 36 Moons ✦ Warrior
Location - Camp ✦ Mentions - Nightstar, Skyflower

Starlingheart rose from his nest, separated from the warrior’s den and nestled among a frond of ferns instead. The black and white splotched tom was highly claustrophobic and couldn’t stand being holed up with the other warriors with no room to stretch his legs. The thought of it made him shudder uncomfortably. In reality it was all for the best. Starlingheart tended to have rather frightening dreams, waking in a kicking, clawing frenzy. He would rather not injure a Clanmate over a nightmare and instead sought to both ease his own fears and protect the other warriors from himself by sleeping elsewhere.

His gaze trailed after Skyflower as the deputy re-entered camp and he followed her over to where Nightstar sat perched atop the rockpile she often used to address the Clan. “Greetings,” he meowed politely with a respectful dip of his head. “If you are sending out patrols I’d be honored to join one.” The tom was still a foreigner to Clan ways, picked up in the Twolegplace as ValleyClan searched for a new home. He did his best to understand and conform to their rules, but still often felt awkward in the presence of Clan-born cats. “Or, if you would prefer I remain behind to guard camp, I will of course respect your wishes.”

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[ Jenny ]
She-Cat ✦ 7 Moons ✦ Kittypet
Location - Forest ✦ Mentions - None {Open}

Jenny prowled through the underbrush with a focused expression, light blue eyes glinting in determination as she set her sights on the squirrel nibbling away on an acorn just a few paces ahead of her. She would definitely catch it this time. She was sure of it. Rump wiggling in the air as she prepared to pounce, the young she-cat shot forward with a mighty yowl, claws unsheathed and ready to snatch up the unsuspecting rodent. As with many times in the past, her prey detected her just in time and escaped up nearby maple. “No fair!” Jenny spat, flinging herself at the tree and attempting to chase after it only to slide back down to the ground.

She stayed like that for a good while, front claws buried in the bark while her hind legs were sprawled over the roots of the tree in a comical display as she silently seethed, glaring up at the squirrel who seemed to mock her from the branches above. The apprentice-age Balinese had been exploring ValleyClan territory for hours now and though she was aware the wild cats were here Jenny was under the impression she was sneaky enough to go undetected for the entirety of her stay. She had never been caught before after all and this was certainly not her first visit. “I’ll get you next time. Just watch,” she declared with a low growl. “You can’t run from me forever.”