Honeyclan ~Rp thread!~

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    Burntpaw hung his head as he trudged back to camp, almost bumping into Sparrowstar. "Sp-sp-sparrowstar!" he stumbled.

    She smiled "hello Bruntpaw!" She mumbled under her prey "what are you doing out here!"
    Ooc: reminds me who do you want to be your mentor

    OOC: um, I don't care, you can decide.


    IC: Burntpaw glances around nervously, "I wasn't following you so I don't know why you would ask..." Burntpaw continous to nervously look around him.


    "Good," Dancingflame purred.


    OOC: I have to go, bye!

    A small flame-colored kit was sleeping. Not peacefully though. She was tossing and turning, muttering in her sleep.
    The forest was bright and sunny. She could feel the sun on her fur and she purred. She blinked, the world so blurry. She felt something even more warm and rough against her back and she purred again. She turned to see a she-cat. It was too blurry to make her face, though she could tell it was a light brown she-cat. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. the world refused to get clearer. Then, yowls and screams of dying cats echoed. A orange tabby fell into the nursery. He was dead, his eyes dimmed with no life and mouth open in once last yowl. The she-cat moved, shoving her into the back of the nursery. She heard a cat's chuckle and shivered as it was cold and dark. The she-cat wailed as a cat came and began to kill the other kits. Firekit tried to see, but the she-cat blocked her vision, which was still blurry. The she-cat picked her up and ran. Firekit could hear the running paws of a cat behind them and they arrived at a river. The she-cat placed Firekit on a log and licked her once more before pushing it. Firekit watched as a large dark tabby tom lunged at the she-cat. Blood stained the water and his cruel laugh echoed.....
    She screamed, jerking awake. She laid there, blinking and looking around. She was her nest, not on a log. There was no dark brown tabby. She shivered and felt lonely. Sh had no mother to curl next to when these nightmares happened. She sighed and stood up, looking around.


    Oakwood laid in his den, unaware of anything. He slept peacefully. He heard a scream and opened one eyes. Must be Firekit with another bad dream... He thought to himself. He yawned, getting to his paws. Stretching, he thought over what could be done today. As he did that, he padded out of the warriors den, greeted by sunshine.


    Darkforce was outside of the warrior dens, grooming his fur. He ignored Oakwood and continued to groom his fur, ignoring the world around him for now.

    Ooc: byes
    Sparrowstar purred "its alright young you have a curious mind like I did!" She mumbled "maybe you can go get some herbs for the medicine cat!"

    Dancingflame got up and stretched, blushing a bit, "I'm going to go hunting," she mewed to Redstripe.


    Burntpaw nodded quickly, "Yes! Of course!" Then he dashed back out into the forest in search of any herb he knew.

    Dancingflame could feel her fur grow hot, "Um, yea sure," she smiled shyly.


    Burntpaw breathed out a sigh of reilef as he sniffed out any herbs. What do I know about herbs? He laughed to himself.

    Dancingflame led the way out of camp, "Where do you want to go?" she asked as a gentle breeze came by ruffling her soft ginger fur.

    Dancingflame thought about where to go when she heard a bush near here rustle. "Did you see that?" She did a little sidestep closer to Redstripe, but stood up straight and brave near him.

    Dancingflame's fur started to bristle at the thought of what it could be. Suddenly, Burntpaw comes racing out of the bush yowling, "I have a thorn in my nose! I have a thorn in my nose!"


    Burntpaw's nose felt like it was on fire. He dashed back towards camp.