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The bluish-gray tom comes trotting into camp, with a handful of prey in his maw. His hunting party members came following behind him with their caught prey, but Moonfang does not wait for them as he heads over to the freshkill pile. He drops his share in the pile, and grabs a mouse to quell his rumbling belly. The day was coming to a close, and Moonfang couldn't feel more prouder of him right now. He's finally a warrior! Apprenticeship was bitter hard work, but it was so worth it. The training sessions, picking ticks out of the elder's fur, replacing nests— all of it. He made a great first impression as a warrior during that hunting patrol, he's sure of it.
He sits himself down in front of the warriors den and begins to enjoy his meal, his green eyes scanning the lively camp. The day was coming to a close— daylight warriors will be heading back soon, returning to the comfort of their twoleg nest. Silverpelt will soon cloak the sky, and he and his clanmates will retire to their nests— whether in a den, or within the twolegplace. His eyes fall on the apprentice den as he takes his final bite, and he finds himself rising to his paws. Cherrypaw— one of SkyClan's numerous apprentices— was in mid-conversation with another apprentice, it seems like she finished her prey if she has time to talk so much! He pads over to the young apprentice, ignoring the fact that this was his den too a few mere days ago. "Cherrypaw," Moonfang meows, unfazed if he caught her by surprise. "Since you seem to be done with your meal, replace the nests in the nursey before it gets dark," He says with an authoritative tone, his tail swishing behind him. It would be quite the shame if the kits and queens had to retire for the night in uncomfortable nests, wouldn't it?
He sits himself down in front of the warriors den and begins to enjoy his meal, his green eyes scanning the lively camp. The day was coming to a close— daylight warriors will be heading back soon, returning to the comfort of their twoleg nest. Silverpelt will soon cloak the sky, and he and his clanmates will retire to their nests— whether in a den, or within the twolegplace. His eyes fall on the apprentice den as he takes his final bite, and he finds himself rising to his paws. Cherrypaw— one of SkyClan's numerous apprentices— was in mid-conversation with another apprentice, it seems like she finished her prey if she has time to talk so much! He pads over to the young apprentice, ignoring the fact that this was his den too a few mere days ago. "Cherrypaw," Moonfang meows, unfazed if he caught her by surprise. "Since you seem to be done with your meal, replace the nests in the nursey before it gets dark," He says with an authoritative tone, his tail swishing behind him. It would be quite the shame if the kits and queens had to retire for the night in uncomfortable nests, wouldn't it?
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Moonfang
warriorcisgender male [he / him]
ambitious
conceited
experience: trained
backstory: mistaken identity
biography: [HYPERLINK]
credit to nopeita for the pixel <3
eyes: green
pelt: bluish-gray
fur length: short
parents: persephone and hades (kittypet npcs)
12 moons
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