WildAnimeKittyKat

Cloverpaw She had been spying on her one of favourite Seekers, and with the news of her father being the Chief Seeker, she was all the more inspired to become the best Seeker she could make herself. So what better was to learn from her father AND his apprentice. She had been sneakily listening in one their last lesson from her hidden spot, and had noted to herself that it seemed Kitepaw needed to get his hair out of his face to be able to learn more. She pulled out her comb from her belt pouch and put it into her mouth before starting her attempt at sneaking up on the bigger tom. But first she needed to sneak her way out from the bushes she was hidden in, and that was hard because her excitement was getting the better of her, as she wiggled her way forwards. Rustle. Clover gasped around the comb in her mouth and stopped dead as she rustled the bush with her movements. Kitepaw Truth to be told, his fur, including his bangs, started to grow more and more by each passing day, mimicking

Cloverpaw Shuffling around in the underbrush of the Calico Seeker trail, Clover huffed as she tried to tug out what seemed to be discarded nesting in the hollow of one of the trees. After several moments and managed to pull it free from the tree and tossed it behind her. Yeah she would sort that out once she finished what she was currently doing. "UGH! If i was outside haven this would surely be taking me too long to do...." she grumbled to herself, her words somewhat echoing in the now half empty hollow. Duskfire It wasn't often that Dusk took a stroll through the Seeker trails, often too busy with her work. But one did need to relax after so much paperwork, least a headache come on and put an early stop to her day. So quietly she began her stroll, taking in the warmth of Haven's light. Her ear twitched though, as she rounded a corner and caught the sounds of someone struggling. Curiosity getting the better of her, she moved towards them. Though, upon finding it was Clover, she

Lovage Later in the evening, long enough to have given Clover a chance to rest, Lovage started to neatly pack up his stuff into his side bags. Stuffie, comb, figure. All tucked in and away and slung over his shoulder for the time being. Then, he took the blanket from his nest, and draped it across the ground in front of him. It was a bit weirdly folded, and it took him a second to get it the right size, but, soon he settled. Partially that is, because he carefully flipped himself so that his left side was facing the sky, careful of his stitches. With a great amount of effort, he used his back right leg to push himself over the lip, and slide down onto the blanket, all making sure to keep that left back still. He didn't want it to start hurting again just from this stupid movement. Situating himself, he picked the front half of the blanket in his mouth and set both front paws on either side. With his back half limp on the fabric, he used his front to pull himself along the short