Redtooth | Male | Camp | Warrior | 88 Moons | Mentions: Patcheart [Minor], Winterflame [Direct]

"I don't blame you." The striped tom wrinkled his nose slightly in disgust, but his expression soon relaxed in it's normal neutral expression. He gazed around the meeting place, identifying each feline who had come to gather in hopes of joining. An ear swerved as he heard Winterflame rise from her position on top of her rock and move on to the ground, other than the small acknowledgement with his audit however the tom did not look at the female again. He instead lowered himself heavily on his haunches, waiting for Pactcheart to begin organizing the patrols. He found his mind wandering towards The Roaring Call, an all-day gathering between all of the Clans, where news could be exchanged and the felidaes all shapes and sizes and appearances could share tongues. He supposed it was a healthy practice, it enabled the Clans to have a better relationship with StarClan and it ensured no Clan got too distant. Nevertheless, Redtooth always avoided making friends outside of his own Clan; it would be unfortunate to have come to know a respectable warrior only to have to meet them in battle one day. Still quite optimistic about the morning patrol, the tom perked his dark ears and continued to wait quietly.

Redtooth | Male | Camp | Warrior | 88 Moons | Mentions: Birdpaw [Direct]

The warrior turned his head once he sensed the body heat of a newcomer, his eyes steadied on the form of his apprentice Birdpaw, who had slithered quietly to his side. Redtooth hadn't seen the apprentice this morning and had thought the adolescent would take to sleeping in for a bit, that perhaps a hunt would make up for the missed morning patrol. But it seemed as though Birdpaw was wide awake, eyes glancing this way and that as he gazed over his clan-mates. "I don't see why not." Redtooth grunted. Birdpaw hadn't yet done anything mischievous that would make the older tom inclined to make him stay in camp so it was only natural Redtooth would allow him to come along. Besides, experience would be beneficial for him.

⚘ D A R K W O O D ⚘
Male | 72 Moons | Siberian Tiger | ShadeClan Medicine Feline
Mentions: Open for Interaction.

Shadows enveloped the russet coated male as he weaved through them, the round orbs of his eyes the only light visible from where he lurked. Beneficial herbs were difficult to come by in or around the outskirts of his camp and he cherished any chance he got to be solitary, so wandering away from camp didn't bug him in the least. Fresh, aromatic vegetation spilled out the sides of his jaws as he finally decided he'd gathered enough and made his way back to his den. He was quick to dance around the youngsters who frolicked in the center of the camp, only offering brief, but friendly nods to anyone he made eye contact with, before finally reaching his station and allowing the herbs to fall from his jaws and land on a clean palm leaf below. They would be well stocked for now.

With his den free of any injured patrons and his duties fulfilled for the day, the dark-furred tiger turned and gazed back out into camp curiously. What could he get up to with the remainder of the afternoon?