Warriors: Outcasts [Casual, On-Site, RP has started!]

Blackfang | Warrior | She-cat (She/Her) | Location: Warriors den | Interactions: Open |

        Blackfang stretched out with a soft yawn, her claws digging into the hard rock around her. Slowly opening her eyes Blackfang gazed around the warrior's den and smiles in joy, for this was her home. Getting up she padded to the entrance of the warrior cat den and lifted her gaze to the bright sunny day before her. Quickly her eyes darted to the cats coming out of the leader's den, she eyed curiously, wondering what was going on.

[ swallowfoot | warrior | she/her | location: camp | @ deadgaze, willowheart ]

Swallowfoot was pleased to have something to do, and to see other cats willing to join her in hunting. StarClan knew what these new territories had to offer, both in terms of prey and predators. The proximity to Twolegs, too, and any kittypets in the area made her nervous. Even though they were all warriors, each and every SkyClan cat was weakened from the journey, and who knows what sort of havoc a well-fed outsider could cause. In any case, it would be good to have company.

"Where were you thinking of hunting?" She asked politely, "I'd prefer to stay away from wherever those apprentices are going to be heading, I'm sure they'll be loud enough to scare away all the prey in the woods."

| QuailTooth | MedicineCat | Male (He/Him) | Location: Herb Collecting|

Quailtooth noted the warriors' shocked expression with slight amusement. Was he upset that he’d dug up the herbs? They were just flowers, after all. Yet, the tom didn’t bring it up. He wasn’t sure how to, anyway.

He smiled when BrightWhisper corrected LionChaser. “She’s right. They may be… distasteful sometimes, but they could save your life, or the life of someone you care about, one day.” The tom said meaningfully, then tilted his head. “Mind you, I don't particularly enjoy spending days collecting them either, but it has to be done.” The tom said, at a subtle attempt at humor.

“Anyway, it's not just birthwort we need. I was just thinking about Fawnsight, but in actuality there's over a hundred herbs we need, and I’m doubtful that our new… home carries them all. If they do, it's certainly not in abundance.” Quailtooth sighed somewhat wistfully, pausing in his sentence with uncertainty.

Goodness… this is our home now, isn’t it? Starclan help us. The tom thought about that for a moment. I suppose they haven’t been exactly helpful recently though, hm? The tom thought wryly. And yet, he was a medicine cat, and was unwilling to part with his beloved Starclan just yet. He stood firmly, still believing his ancestors watched him from above.