*~~Whispers of Nature ~~ A Warriors-Based Roleplay~~* Closed!

Moon padded out. "I will," she said shaking off the rain droplets that clung to her long fur. "I see if Leopard does too," She padded into the Singles den and nudged Leopard. "You want to go find Embers?" she asked.
“Alright,” he mewed, any excuse to be out alone with Moon, but he couldn’t help asking himself what in the world had gotten into him lately.
 
Thanks. Feather woke up and she found she was curled up right next to Drops. She shook her pelt and padded out of the Singles Den. Outside, the air was fresh but when she looked around camp, she saw branches and twigs everywhere and the elder's den had a hole in it.
Drops woke up and stretched out his paws, searching for the warmth of another cat.
Finding himself alone, he stretched.
Drops trotted out, feeling oddly refreshed. Last night's sleep was sounder than most.
He silently followed Feather, who was surveying the destruction of the camp.
But Drops didn't see that. In all all his cynical, woe-is-me manner, he occasionally had optimistic, insightful bursts. That was one of the things that made him so lovable.
The birds were singing in the trees. The white noise of the constant wind had faded.
The sun was shining perfectly on his red and white pelt, and it actually felt how spring should feel. There was an appropriate time for sing and dance. And that time was now. His hoarse, catty voice transformed into a hoarse, catty singing voice that broke a lot.
He gently padded up beside Feather, almost barely nearly brushing her side. He nudged her shoulder and looked to the sky. "Look over yonder,
What do you see?
The sun is arising most definitely..."
 
Sand is laying with his head on Cherrys stomach. Winter was kind to her, he thought to himself. She is plumper than ever! Just then there was a jolt and vigerous rolling from inside Cherry, right beneath his head. Sand startled and sat up staring at his mates sleeping body with wide, curious eyes. Slowly he placed his slender paw lightly where his head had been. *THUMP!* He had felt it plain as can be, as though something small but very strong were inside her. His little heart raced inside his smooth chest. His ears pulled back, he nudged Cherry urgently. "Wake up, darling. Wake up! I'm affraid you swallowed your prey whole and you are quite sick! You must hack it up at once before it chews it's way out of you, Cherry! It's struggling in there to get free!" If a cat could wring it's hands with worry, Sand would be doing just that
 
Drops woke up and stretched out his paws, searching for the warmth of another cat.
Finding himself alone, he stretched.
Drops trotted out, feeling oddly refreshed. Last night's sleep was sounder than most.
He silently followed Feather, who was surveying the destruction of the camp.
But Drops didn't see that. In all all his cynical, woe-is-me manner, he occasionally had optimistic, insightful bursts. That was one of the things that made him so lovable.
The birds were singing in the trees. The white noise of the constant wind had faded.
The sun was shining perfectly on his red and white pelt, and it actually felt how spring should feel. There was an appropriate time for sing and dance. And that time was now. His hoarse, catty voice transformed into a hoarse, catty singing voice that broke a lot.
He gently padded up beside Feather, almost barely nearly brushing her side. He nudged her shoulder and looked to the sky. "Look over yonder,
What do you see?
The sun is arising most definitely..."
Feather looked back at Drops affectionately.
(Which song is this?)
 
Sand is laying with his head on Cherrys stomach. Winter was kind to her, he thought to himself. She is plumper than ever! Just then there was a jolt and vigerous rolling from inside Cherry, right beneath his head. Sand startled and sat up staring at his mates sleeping body with wide, curious eyes. Slowly he placed his slender paw lightly where his head had been. *THUMP!* He had felt it plain as can be, as though something small but very strong were inside her. His little heart raced inside his smooth chest. His ears pulled back, he nudged Cherry urgently. "Wake up, darling. Wake up! I'm affraid you swallowed your prey whole and you are quite sick! You must hack it up at once before it chews it's way out of you, Cherry! It's struggling in there to get free!" If a cat could wring it's hands with worry, Sand would be doing just that
Love heard from down below and trotted up to their den. "YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! Why don't you calm down and use your BRAIN! Oh wait, I forgot you don't have one." She laughed cruelly and jumped down from where she had been. She hissed at an apprentice and swiped at Petal for being a troublesome kit.
 
Love heard from down below and trotted up to their den. "YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! Why don't you calm down and use your BRAIN! Oh wait, I forgot you don't have one." She laughed cruelly and jumped down from where she had been. She hissed at an apprentice and swiped at Petal for being a troublesome kit.
“For a cat named love,” Lion began with amusement, “I’m not feeling the kind, loving vibe.”
 
Embers leg was stuck and she couldn't move. "HELP!" She yowled, in hopes she would be heard. The monster was drawing closer and she started to screech. Why didn't I listen to Meadow? I'm such a mouse brain!
 

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