Observing the Clan

It appeared Creekpelt had some extra time to himself after doing some hunting and patrolling. The young tom sat alone by the warriors den, watching the busy camp run. Cats were arriving from patrols and going on patrols. The nursery had recently had a nice flood of kits being born, and it appeared to be very active at the moment with queens and the kits. Queens stood watch over the kits while having some lovely conversation.

Creekpelt let out a yawn, shook his head, and licked an itch down his classic tabby side. He still remembered when he was named. His mother had thought his markings were much like a creek, swirling around in small circles. His tail and face were much like a normal tabby cat, but his sides were differently marked. He blink his blue eyes a few times, and turned to look around camp again. Sometimes it was entertaining to watch the busy camp life run by, but at this moment, Creekpelt was getting tired of watching the cats hustle around trying to get all their tasks done.

ooc: I didn't know that there was another tom! :D

IC: Feathersong padded up to the warrior, her long fur shining. "Hi," she greeted with a purr. Because they should ttly be mates |D

Creekpelt turned his head when he heard Feathersong approaching. "Hello, Feathersong. How are you today?" He asked.

Scarletkit dashed out of the nursery her red tabby and white pelt shining in the sunlight as she approached.

Feathersong sat down next to the warrior. "Fine," she replied with a gentle smile. "How about you?" she asked, looking up at the gentle sky.

Creekpelt watched as the little kit dashed towards them. "I'm great." He replied.

"Do you have anything to do?" Feathersong asked Creekpelt. She felt like she should go with someone on a hunting patrol.

"hi"scarletkit mewed.

"Hello, little kit." Creekpelt greeted. He turned back to Feathersong, ruffling his tabby fur. "Not really."

"Do you want to go on a hunting patrol with Fernpaw, Gingerpaw and I?" Feathersong asked Creekpelt.