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If there was ever a most energetic cat contest, Morningpaw would probably have everyone beat. The ever optimistic apprentice of the former Soothsayer Twilightbell consistently wore a bright smile on her face, no matter what sort of horrors surrounded her. And she'd seen plenty, which made her relentless positivity all the more baffling and admirable.
"Looks like someone is in a good mood, as always," Bloodypaw purred as he approached Morningpaw. He had just finished a patrol and found himself back in camp with nowhere really to be. It was a sunny day - surely one of the last of the season - and Bloodypaw himself was in just as good a mood as Morningpaw seemed to be because of it. He shook his fiery red pelt, releasing little flecks from where he had been that shone like glitter when the sun hit them just right, then sat down next to the she-cat. The tom licked his chest a few times, then leaned over to share tongues with his companion.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 16, 2019 22:16:49 GMT -5
"Well of course!" The flat faced feline bore a bright grin, her tail flicking an energetic greeting to the tom, moving over slightly to better accommodate his position next to her. "How did your patrol go? Hopefully we're not catching too much trouble this time of year." Not that they had much reason to. Both NightClan and DayClan were allies, despite Foxstar's actions, and it wasn't too often rogues bothered them, perhaps out of fear.
"Oh, nothing to report, the borders are quiet. If anything, it was too quiet, now that the birds are mostly gone." Bloodypaw replied after brushing his tongue over Morningpaw's shoulder a couple of times. Ever since he had joined SunClan, it had almost seemed like he was in a sanctuary. He never went hungry, never had to worry about being snuck up on, and always had a warm body nearby. He thanked the Sun god every day for such security. However, as heretic as it was to have this thought, it was boring. It was as if his fast-paced kithood had been put on pause. He could not wait to be a Warrior and have actual missions. "How about you, Morningpaw? How has you day been so far?"
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 14, 2019 23:14:54 GMT -5
"Fun! I went hunting and caught a bunch of stuff in the sunflower field after talking with my grandpa!" Nightshadeintution, despite having been gone for a long while as a prisoner of the Regime, had made up for it tenfold in his commitment to his grandkits. If anything, the tom seemed to almost care more about them than their own father, an initiate named Pond. Not that anyone would suggest as much. The former MoonClan tom would riot if anyone tried saying he didn't care enough about his kits.
"Nightshadeintution is your grandfather, right?" Bloodypaw replied, more eager to hear the history there than talk about her hunting patrol any longer,"He must have some great stories to tell. What did you two talk about?" The ginger tom did not know very much about his family. His mother, Vibrance, was an ex-kittyet with no known family. His father was the illustrious Funk E'tan of Primal Instinct, although the two had never properly met, and he did not know much about that side of the family besides that his father had also been born as a kittypet. He missed out on the stories of his ancestors and was curious to have a taste of one.
