[ Leaftail ]
Female | 2 y/o | White-footed Mouse | Runner - Scout
Location: Camp | Mentions: Falconstar

Leaftail crouched beneath one of the vast red soft things the Two-Standers often rested on in their leisure time, the bodies of two other mice pressed close to hers as they tried to escape notice. On the right was Pinkeyes, a treasured piece of cheese skillfully snagged from a trap clutched protectively between her front paws. On the left was the albino mouse’s litter brother Shadowclaw, his dark eyes narrowed in hatred as the cat’s orange paws came into sight, prowling just beyond their refuge’s borders. All three mice had heard Barkfur’s pained cry as he was attacked, Leaftail feared him dead. Cut off from the rest of the patrol, the trio were now stuck.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” Shadowclaw finally muttered, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m going to distract Whiskers out there and you two head back to camp. I’ll join you as soon as I get this pathetic excuse for a predator off of my tail.” Pinkeyes didn’t voice any opposition, but the expression on her face said enough. “Don’t worry about me. I’m too fast for that fat old cat. He’ll never catch me,” Shadowclaw assured her with a cocky tilt of his head.

Leaftail turned to look Shadowclaw in the eye, mouth opening to suggest a less dangerous solution, but before she could get a word out the black and tan buck shot out from beneath the couch and raced away, the orange cat at his heels in moments. Pinkeyes let out a distressed squeak, but Leaftail merely shook her head before giving the Gatherer a gentle, but firm nudge in the direction of camp. Both does hurriedly made their way back to camp, slipping in through a hole in the wall.

Leaftail paused at the entrance, glancing back over her shoulder in apprehension. Pinkeyes’ head poked back out through the hole to do the same, but it appeared Shadowclaw must have escaped after all. When the boy called the pesky feline came trotting to meet him empty-pawed in the Two-Stander gathering room with a pitiful mew. ’Serves him right,’ Leaftail thought with a satisfied nod before making her way inside. She caught sight of Onyxeye and Wolftooth ushering Barkfur into the Medic Mouse’s den and breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive! Her black gaze turned to Falconstar next and she scampered over toward her leader, sliding to a halt beside him. “Busy morning already huh? Do you think Barkfur will make it?”

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[ Pinkeyes ]
Female | 2 y/o | Albino Fancy Mouse | Runner - Gatherer
Location: Camp
Mentions: Foxear, Falconstar

Worry for her brother gnawed at Pinkeyes, but she knew he would be alright. The boy would likely take the cat outside with him as he always did and offer the mice some reprieve. Shadowclaw would just as likely stay out to finish patrolling borders on a solo mission despite his promise to return as soon as the feline terror had gone. The white doe scooped up the tasty morsel of cheese she had found on the outside in her mouth, carrying it to the food-pile and laying it gently on the top. Snagging that delicacy had been a risky move, but she was an expert trap springer by now and had never been caught once. Perhaps Shadowclaw wasn’t the only risk taker in this family after all.

She scanned the camp to see who was up and about. Leaftail had bounded over to speak with Falconstar, but Pinkeyes moved away from the pair. She understood he meant no harm, but she wasn’t entirely sure how to handle Falconstar’s often flirtatious behavior. Her eyes trailed Barkfur into the medicine den and she considered following the warriors in, but it was likely already crowded enough in there. She found herself headed toward Foxear instead, nodding to the queen in a friendly way before settling down a few paces away in companionable silence to rest her weary paws.