Orior

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Honeypaw

Honeypaw looked sheepish at the warriors comments. All the apprentices pretty much learned how to scoop up moss fast, mostly because, as he had said, it was one of the least entertaining things they got to do. So they rushed through it just to get to the good stuff. Realizing that his frustration and outburst had distracted him from her question, the apprentice mrrowed with laughter and, after pulling her sheet of moss free, she turned to the warrior. "Here, let me remind you." She padded over and plopped down beside him. "You just have to make sure you're peeling it evenly or only a little bit will rip off." She showed him as she spoke, prodding along the edge of the moss on one side from top to bottom. "Now you can actually peel it off without it stripping," As she said so, she used both paws to peel of the scrap of moss. At one point, it had started to tear, so she stopped pulling and picked at the beginning of the piece that would have been torn off if she kept going. "If it starts to rip you just have to go back and pick at it some more." After a moment, the moss dropped, and the young she-cat habitually rolled it up into a log shape with her paws. "There!

She sat back, purring slightly, pleased with herself. "That was a pretty good sized piece you picked out!" She didn't point out that some of it was a bit torn up, but she doubted the Queens would mind too much. She'd just tell them that piece was troublesome. "Maybe we can head back? I think we'll have enough for all three nests. Unless you'd like to bury some to make a second trip with." She walked back over to her own pile and curled her second piece of moss around the first. Now, as she tried to pick it up in her jaws, she had the right amount, because her whole field of vision had tilted upwards thanks to how much she had to open her mouth. She picked it up for a moment just to make sure she could see where she was walking.

Allaria Ch. 4: Rescue and Escape

@Rilla Haha, yeah. I saw you were looking for characters and wanted to check it out. Fantasy is my favorite RP genre.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Alrighty! This is quiet. :p
I believe we have enough characters to start, though I will be accepting more! I will have the opening post up by Wednesday! This is my first week of college so I'll be sure to keep you guys updated!

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I did in my first post at the tree. :/

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

@Shurikai A time skip how? Didn't they leave the camp around the same time?

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Honeypaw

The apprentice looked up and laughed a bit under her breath at Duskclaw's strands of moss. "I'm sure you've more important things to do." She meowed as her ball of moss came loose from the tree. It was a good size, especially because it was thick, but she could wrap another piece around it and still carry it in her jaws. She grabbed the ball in her teeth from where she had held it against the roots, and then placed it on the ground once she pulled it off. She straightened and looked at the warrior with a smile in her eyes, "Yeah... Definitely not my favorite thing to do, especially while hunting is finally so good!" This was her first New-Leaf as an apprentice, and in contrast when she had became an apprentice in Leaf-Bare, the bountiful prey excited her and motivated her to practice. "I see it as I'll only have to do these things now, and when I'm older, there'll be other apprentices for it."

Honeypaw started poking around the roots again, enjoying the earthly smells she found near the moist dirt. The leaves overhead rustled with the landing of a brightly-colored songbird, and Honeypaw watched its reflective coat flit about the tree limbs for a moment before it sailed away on the wind. She held back a bored sigh, and her head swept downwards and back to the sycamore's roots. Soon enough she found what she was looking for and repeated the tedious task of pulling it easily off the root. Her thoughts turned to the scene in camp this morning, and she was curious if Duskclaw knew what Gingerflame had been so upset about. She didn't want to pry where she didn't belong. "Hey, Duskclaw," she started, a bit hesitantly, because at first she wasn't sure she wanted to continue, but then went on, "Is... Is Gingerflame alright? She seemed very upset this morning." The apprentice was concerned about the queen, Gingerflame was her mother's mother and her own kin, not just searching for clan gossip.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Yeah. Let's not, guys. Just the internet.
Just go look at the cute cat pics.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Alrighty! I'm hoping to get two more characters before we start, which should be mid week!

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Orodyuke Equites

Mage

@Riaxh

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Honeypaw

Honeypaw followed behind the older warrior as he continued, after taking brief pause to clean off his ruffled fur. The young apprentice, now that the older tom was up and fine, hid a bit of a smile at his blunder. It was nice for things to not always be so serious. She trotted alongside him easily, but when he turned back, replied, "There's- It's alright..! I'm just glad you didn't hurt your leg or something," She hoped he hadn't felt the need to apologize because he saw her smirk.

The two continued on until they reached the clearing of the Great Sycamore. The apprentice did her best to enjoy the clean air around the huge tree. She scented fellow Thunderclan cats, as well as the multitudes of different prey animals scurrying about the undergrowth and within the huge sycamore. Even though she knew they were there for the moss at the base of the tree, she would have rather chased the tails of mice and rabbits through the grass and brambles. She hoped Frostbite would return to camp around when she did, she wanted to ask if he would take her hunting. But, for the moment, her and Duskclaw were getting much-needed moss for the queens.

Honeypaw looked up as they quickened their pace into the clearing, spying Shadowpaw, Stonepaw, and their mentors. She waved her tail at them in a simple greeting, unsure if they had seen it, but kept by Duskclaw's side up to the trunk of the Sycamore. The she-cat started to poke at the roots with her paws and nose, looking for a big enough patch to roll up into a ball. She craned her neck to look on the undersides of the roots where it was cool and moist. After a few encounters with grubs and startled chipmunks, which she would hurriedly swat at and miss, she finally found a piece of thick moss. She pawed at it gently, not wanting to shred it, until it started to peel off. "Here's some!"