Darkpaw ✦ Female ✦ 15m ✦ Apprentice ✦
✦ In camp
✦ Mentions: {Indirectly} Thornbite; {Directly} Firestorm

As she lay resting, only a few other apprentices left in the den, she couldn't have been more comfortable listening to the rain drizzling outside and the peacefulness of the camp since most were gone to the Roaring Call. Just when she thought this late afternoon couldn't get anymore appealing to her, a familiar scent drafted inside the den followed by the soft voice of Firestorm. A light groan guzzled in her throat as she forced herself to sway to her large paws, avoiding stepping on others as she climbed out. As soon as she felt the rain, her groan shifted into a purr, enjoying the cool feeling on her pelt, washing dirt from her pelt and giving her a refreshing feeling for the day. She nuzzled into her mother's side lightly to greet her good morning before sitting down and sighing. Her yellow orbs scanned the camp and she quickly spotted Thornbite, who was now heading towards the group of members to be going on patrol. She focused her gaze back onto Fire, raising her eyebrow with a light smile forming. "Or not." She remarked with a light voice, her purring still continuing as she spoke.

| Firestorm |
Female • 73 Moons • Indochinese Tiger • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Darkpaw

Firestorm chuffed in greeting as Darkpaw brushed against her, leaning down to return the nuzzle before following her gaze to Thornbite. Eyes narrowing, a low growl rumbled in Firestorm's throat, very unlike her more easy-going daughter. She had never liked Thornbite's attitude and was less than pleased when the white tiger was named her only surviving cub's mentor. "Never mind him. I would rather you stick with me in weather like this anyway," she muttered. Even though Darkpaw was already half-grown, Firestorm still worried every time she set paw outside of camp.

((Other than Ali and SkeleBot I think we're the only people left in this thread since everyone else is either at the Roaring Call or dropped. RIP.))

⚘ D A R K W O O D ⚘
Male | 72 Moons | Siberian Tiger | ShadeClan Medicine Feline
Mentions: Firestorm, Darkpaw, Patcheart (indirectly) Open for Interaction.

A light mist of rain left the russet male damp and rather disgruntled, concealing it as well as he could as he surveyed the area from the mouth of his cave. Darkwood was very much in tune with his solitary nature as a tiger, and as such, wasn't very troubled by his lack of an invitation to attend The Roaring Call. Too many unfamiliar faces, and surely not many places to easily escape the downpour. Further observation left his eyes falling briefly upon Firestorm and her daughter, and his whiskers twitched a bit at the sight of the small family. Though enjoying isolation, it was unfortunate that Patcheart had accompanied the rest of their clan; his sister really was the only feline he felt comfortable openly speaking with, and he hadn't had much of a chance to catch up with her much recently. Can't expect any less from a deputy. He reminded himself silently.

Pushing himself to all fours, Darkwood angled his muzzle further out the front of his den, cold drops of precipitation landing on the tip of his snout. He was hungry, and instinctively scenting for prey, but that wasn't the only thing to catch his attention. A strange scent clung to the air, drifting around the camp and wafting towards him. It was unknown, and unwelcomed, and left the healer narrowing his eyes suspiciously.