Scorchheart/medicine cat/windclan camp

The large tom sighed as he shifted through dry leaves and rotting stems of herbs in his den. Deciding to take a break from his boring work scorchheart sat up and gave himself a quick cleaning to rid the leaves stuck in his fur in random clumps. Happy with his appearance he ducked his head as he exited the shallow dip that was the medicine cats den. Looking around the camp he smiled as his brother Batwing lay in a grassy heap next to the exit. Passing his slumbering brother scorchheart padded up the slope and into the grassy meadow that was his territory. Grinning he set of in a run , dodging holes and launching off of old mounds and sending dust and grass flying in his wake. Stopping he reached the largest hill in the far out reaches of windclan and lay down , facing the darkening sky washed with pinks and yellows as the sun set.

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Yarrowwhisker :|: Female :|: Deputy :|: 55 Moons :|: Location: Camp :|: Mentions: Nobody.

Yarrowwhisker was resting in the outskirts of the warriors den. Unlike most of his clanmates, she hated being too warm, so she preferred sleeping out in the cold, where her long fur could act as a bed sheet for her, not too cold nor too hot. The windclan deputy opened her eyes, and just after that, she stretched one of her paws and scratched the dirt under her paws, just beggining to awake her "drowsy" body. She shaked up, getting a good amount of dirt off her pelt. She looked around, trying to find something to do. Her eyes caught up with a pretty scary scene- The freshkill pile is almost EMPTY! (To the she cats' eyes, of course). Patrols, patrols, patrols! she thought to herself, opening her icy blue eyes in a hurry. She trotted around the camp, awaiting for any warriors to wake up. Yarrowwhisker perceived the figure of a white furry tom, and she let a mrreow-like sound escape her jaws in a friendly greeting.
"Good morning Snowstar."

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Batwing/male/warrior/windclan
The large tom opened his eyes and yawned stretching from his long slumber he stood up and shook his long fur sending debris and moss from his dark coat. Glancing around he saw his leader sitting on highrock and the deputy climbing out of the warriors den. Done with his assessment batwing trotted over to the freshkill and pulled a small mouse from the pile and picked it up before walking over to the medicine cat's and dropping it off in scorchheart's empty bedding. Yawning he went up to the lone puddle by the elders den and took a long drink. Grimacing from the cold shock of the water on his tounge he lapped up some water then pulled away and started to clean his whiskers. Looking over at Snowstar he wondered when the tom would start calling patrols , batwing egear to get moving and to go hunting.

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(Hey Batwing? Just saying, but Snowstar said there was only a bunch of mouses on the freshkill pile, there aint no hares there))

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( shoot, I'll change it hold on.)

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( snowstar plz )

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(I'll post when we go to gatherings. I'm really not in the mood or rping now, sorry)

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( cool cool )

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Runningspark / 32 Moons / Male / Windclan Warrior / Location: Camp / Mentions: None

Runningspark swiftly made his way into the camp, carrying a large hare in his clenched jaws. He was wondering himself how he managed to catch that beast, considering it was so big he could barely carry it. Probably because it was old, or had an injury. Anyway.
The tom glanced around at his Clanmates with his usual bored, cold gaze. He wasn't going to stay in camp for more time than necessary; necessary meaning until he finds out who's going to the Gathering tonight.

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Cats coming at the gathering with Snowstar are:Yarrowwhisker, Scorchheart and Batwing! Get ready!

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Hey! Not me?T^T

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Uhm, what happened if it wasn't Runningspark in there? Idk why you're making all those faces.
But in fact I forgot to write Runningspark in there too xD

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Scorchheart/Male/Medicine Cat/Windclan
The big cat was tiered, his eyes were drooping and his jaws ached. He again had spent all night collecting herbs,moss, and flowers. His mouth was stuffed with herbs and he had to try his hardest not to swallow or chew the many plants in his mouth. Drying moss layed across his back as he walked slowly back to camp with the flowers layed sideways across his neck, their long stems curved around his neck. Coming up to the camp entrance Scorchheart saw Runningspark dragging a large hare and his stomach growled, looking forward to eating he walked a little faster and made it into camp just hearing Snowstars announcement. Chuckling he saw Batwings face sour for the large dark tom usually had to find scorchheart in the mornings and help him bring home his monstrous collection. The said tom turned his head and saw his brother and rushed to help him. Scorchheart let Batwing grab the moss and flowers from off his back and then they both turned to the hole where the medicine den was. Finally putting everything down he saw the mouse on his bed and pounced on it and ate it in three large bites before giving a large burp. Grinning he nodded to his brother and the tom sighed with relief and left the den. After a while the sun was high in the sky and all the herbs were sorted and scorchheart's belly full and the prey pile looking fuller too the tom layed down in the entrance of his den and chuckled softly as he saw a large brown lump in the corner of camp twich and suddenly kick its leg out , almost hitting the passing deputy.

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Batwing/Male/Warrior/Windclan
The large tom's eyes flickered opens slowly as the bright sunlight shone on his fur and around the camp. Last night his clan had went to the gathering and him and his brother hanged out with other warriors and batwing had to pull Scorchheart away from a flirting group of she-cats. But in the end it was a fun night and they all returned to camp happily with good memories to fall a sleep to. Batwing glanced across the clearing to the large stone that sat in the hollow and wandered his gaze over to the small prey pile and frowned. Stretching his legs out he sat up and yawned now finally up and ready for what the day will bring him. Standing up he made his way across camp and picked up a mouse from the prey pile and ate it in a couple bites before swallowing and cleaning his paws.

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