Fishpaw needed a crush all of his friends had one.
Fishpaw needs a crush
- Owltail201
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Is Fishpaw a she-cat or a tom? Btw i'm Flamepaw and I am a she-cat!
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Maybe Cascadepaw, my she-cat character be his crush. Here is a little bit about her:
Cascadepaw is a silver she-cat with dark grey tabby markings. One of her eyes are bright gold and the other is a misty blue. She has recently become an apprentice, but is already quite skilled. Her legs are long and muscular, allowing her to be really fast. Oh, and she has a large crush on Fishpaw but is respectable about the other she-cats who like him. Cascadepaw has vowed she'd never go far with him unless he really showed interest.
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Fishpaw is a tom he is very friendly!
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So when do we start rping?
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Right now!!! :)
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OOC: Ok :)
Cascadepaw sat near the apprentice's den, eating a vole. She was on break from her apprentice duties today, so she had nothing really to do. Maybe another apprentice would come around to hang out with her...
Fishpaw suddenly came onto the young, silver tabby she-cat, causing her to blush bright red. She couldn't think about her crush now. There were probably many other she-cats around the clan who liked him and plus, Cascadepaw didn't know if Fishpaw had mutual feelings. -
As Fishpaw walked up he focused on Casadepaw she was so pretty but how could she love an apprientice like him.
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Cascadepaw finished up her vole. She began to clean her pelt until it was nice and sleek. The she-cat didn't care too much about her pelt, but she still liked to look presentable in the morning. It reminded her of what her now dead mother used to say: "Make sure you always look your best in the morning, Cascadekit, and then no tom could resist you and no enemy could kill you." She smiled at the memmory.
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Can i join.....er...please?
Name: Lemonpaw
pelt: beautiful creamy colored apprentice with white paws and tail tip; she has one star shaped spot on her chest (white) and brilliNt green eyes.
Personality: bright, cheerful, fiercly loyal, caring and extremely stubborn.A pretty creamy apprentice spotted her nursery old friend, and trotted up to him. Her long tail swished behind her as she approached. "Hullo, Fishpaw." She meowed cheerfully, her bright green gaze softening. Lemonpaw began to hum her favorite tune once she had sat down, her tail thumping to the beat and her eyes closed.
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"Mor~ning!" Cragpaw waved his tail cheerfully. "What's up, Fishpaw?"
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Lemonpaw looked up, her tail tip still tapping rhythmically. "Hey, Cragpaw!" She meowed.
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"Hi, Lemonpaw!" Cragpaw said cheerfully, "Tabbysong's going to teach me some awesome battle moves! Awesome! Is any of you coming with us?"
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Lemonpaw nodded."I think Leafshine is teaching me some battle move, and she said we were coming with somebody." She licked a white paw and drew it over an ear.
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"Great!" Cragpaw cracked a grin, "Well, if we're going to spar, I'll prove as a tough opponent."
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Lemonpaw narrowed her eyes playfully. "Yeah, I'm going to shred you to pieces!" She was about to jump on him, but instead turned and raced through the gorse tunnel. Her cream colored tail billowed out behind her, and her green eyes flashed.
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Okay, now THAT got his blood fired up. Cragpaw roared like a lion and raced after her.
"In your dreams!"
Cragpaw just instinctively followed the fast she-cat outside, disregarding the thick roots of the trees on the forest floor.
"I'm going to-WHOA!" The apprentice tripped and rolled downhill for a few heartbeats.
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The creamy colored apprentice stopped and turned, racing back. "Good going." She teased lightly. "Are you hurt?" She added. There was no tease in her mew this time.
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"Uhhhhh" Cragpaw stood up, dazed and sticky. Why would he be sticky? He stared dumbly at his paws. Oh. It was just blood. BLOOD? Cragpaw stared at his clawless paw. Well, not a clawless paw, but one of his claws were torn. And it stung madly. Cragpaw groaned. "My claw.."
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Lemonpaw gasped, squeezing her eyes closed for a moment. Then she reopened one, and stared past Cragpaw instead of at his claw. "Here, lean on me." She offered shakily. "Let's get back to camp. We aren't far." A look of determination snuck into her leafy green eyes as the breeze rippled down her flank.