Sharing Tongues (windclan)

butterflystar had told her two apprentices that today they would rest, she alone needed it. so she layed down in the sun like she used to do when she was in the nursery.

Runningfoot inched towards the nursery where she could smell Butterflystar's scent. Catching the sight of her mother laying down she sat beside her, "Hello, mother." She waited for her attention, she wanted to ask her a question or two.

Icepaw yawned, coming out of the apprentice den and sitting on a rock nearby. Thank starclan he had gotten a day of rest...all the hunting and training they did took out his energy. But that was partially his fault for offering to join most of them anyways...

"Good morning(or whatever time it is in the game), Butterflystar! Runningfoot, too!" Icepaw purred, glancing drowsily at them.

"oh hello runningfoot, icepaw" she said opening her eyes slightly

shiningpaw came out of the apprentices den she yawned her fur stuck up in diffret places.

Icepaw glanced at Shiningpaw with a purr of amusement. "That's nice nest-fur you got there!" He laughed.

ooc: Bed-hair

"not funny!" she growled she sat down and started grooming herself

Bluepaw walked out of the Apprentice Den, moss on his back. He almost tripped, but caught himself. "Hey guys." he meowed, smiling as always.

Stormeye padded from the warrior den, letting out a yawn. His fur was messy as always, as he barely groomed it, a habit he had since as long as anyone could remember, but only Stormeye really remembered why he got that habit. He padded over to his favorite rock and sat down, glancing at the others. "Hey."

"hey Bluepaw!" she purred

"Oh. H-h-hi Shiningpaw." Bluepaw meowed quietly. He twisted around, trying to get moss out of his fur.

ooc: Happy birthday, Butter! :DD

IC: Foxkit bounded up to Butterflystar and pounced on her tail, "Gotchu!" she called out playfully

A smile stretched across Runningfoot's muzzle. She was glad to see all of the future WindClan cats. She knew once Butterflystar and herself had moved on, the clan would be in good hands.

Shiningpaw finished washing her self. her pelt was now clean and fresh. She picked out a rabbit from the freshkill pile and settled down to eat.

Bluepaw gave up grooming his tangled back, and plucked a small rabbit from the pile.