Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp, Nursery | Mentions: Cloudeyes, Minkleap,

Baywish breathed a sigh of relief as Minkleap approached him. "Yea. I'm all done with this nest." He looked down to the shredded dusty moss at his feet. "We should grab some fresh moss to replace this gross stuff now." He poked it with a paw, sticking his tongue out.

He packed the old moss together as compactly as he could, and began to roll the used bedding out through the nursery entrance. He was careful to pass by Cloudeyes slowly, as to not surprise the grey and white tom. He slipped out into the camp, to find a heavy rain now relentlessly falling from the sky. His ears pinned to his head, as the rain hit his pelt. "Fox-dung! How are we supposed to get fresh bedding in this!"

(We can skip them changing the bedding if you want? Training the apprentices would be a lot more interesting lol)

Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Novasong

Suddenly falling completely still, she scent of another cat reached Blizzardthistles nose. He recognized the scent as one of his new clanmates, but who, was the question. Curious, the thin tom turned back around, trying to follow the scent in the harsh rain. It wasn't easy. However, he didn't have to travel far. It appeared the other cats had scented him first, and was already making their way over.

As the cat came into view, Blizzardthistle recognized it as Novasong, a former Skyclan warrior. He knew little about her, except that she had not been born a warrior, had a peculiar name, one he assumed came from her previous life outside the clans, and that he did not trust her. But there was very few who he truly trusted.

Dropping his mouse to the ground at his paws, Blizzardthistle called out a greeting to the blue-grey she-cat. Although he wasn't planning on company, what excuse could he come up with to send her away? "Novasong." He dipped his head. "What brings you out in this terrible weather?" Small talk was never one of his strong points, but he hoped he'd pulled it off.

Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Novasong

"I couldn't agree more. I don't know how some cats can just laze around camp all day." The black and white warrior was never one to spend large amounts of time just hanging around in camp. He always had to prove he was better than his clanmates, so he was always out doing something, whether it be hunting, patrolling, or causing needless tension at the borders.

"I came out to try and hunt, but there's not much around. Nothing but a scrawny mouse." He poked the measly prey he had caught with a white paw, still laying at his feet. He was usually a fairly decent hunter, and it always felt like a failure to bring back such little fresh-kill. With the prey laying on the wet ground, he would usually worry about it becoming soggy, but it couldn't get any wetter than it already was. He didn't envy the poor cat who ended up eating this.

Suddenly noticing Novasong tense up, Blizzardthistle quickly did the same. He tensed his muscles, and his green eyes ran over the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever had alarmed the other warrior. With the heavy rain and the scent of blood still clinging to his nostrils after his kill, he couldn't detect the scent. "What is it?" He quietly hissed. It was likely whatever it was had already heard them, but it was instinct for Blizzardthistle.

Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Novasong, Moonstar

Blizzardthistle opened his mouth to defend himself, about to say 'there was nothing else to do, so why not try?', but before he could speak a word, he heard branches crack from somewhere nearby, and a voice rang throughout the area. Immediately, the former Windclan warrior flicked his tail, signalling for Novasong to follow as if he were addressing a battle patrol, and padded towards the sounds of snapping twigs and moving undergrowth. Behind a clump of ferns, revealed a cat, not far at all from where he and Novasong had just been conversing.

Hackles raised, and his body lowered into an attack position, Blizzardthistle eyed the newcomer with narrowed, suspicious green eyes. The strong metallic scent of blood clung to her, and he could tell she was not in the best physical shape. She was practically skin and bone, and had obvious nasty red wounds, that by the rancid stench of them, were infected. Another scent lingered around this cat, one somewhat familiar. It was a smell he hadn't encountered for a while now: Thunderclan. Taking a closer look, Blizzardthistle suddenly realized he recognized the unique black and white coat pattern of this she-cat. She was Thunderclans leader, Moonstar. Some Thunderclan warriors claimed they'd seen her taken down by some Dark Forest warriors, and was presumably dead.

Still being cautious, but no longer hostile, Blizzardthistle slowly approached her. "Moonstar." He dipped his head respectfully to the leader. "It's nice to see you again. One of your warriors reported you had been killed." He spoke bluntly, not sugarcoating anything for her. She'd find out soon enough her whole clan believed she was dead, so why not just get it out now?

(Sorry for the inactively! Been spending the weekend with family)