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"Hellow do you mind leading a hunting patrol take who ever you want," Whitestar meowed . Then he glanced at the sky hoping that it wouldn't rain. "I'm gonna be away for a while while I'm gone, your in charge," Whitestar meowed and raced out of camp

Ooc: I changed Whitestars gender to a tom

Ooc: it's okay

Whitestar was about to jump over the river whe he heard something behind him he was on his way to talk to starclan, so they could explain his dreams. Whitestar padded towards the sound that was coming from a barn. He was already almost to the place that he talked with starclan, Whitestar let out a hiss of pain as a rat suddenly jumped out of the barn and latched it's self to his shoulder. His eyes widened as more rats appeared attacking him

Ooc: do the speak to starclan from the moonpool

(Not that anyone really should care here. Since like none of you really know me... But I'm crying right now in real life... My life is messed up, and here I am. Just crying. I never cry. EVER. I'm just not one to cry even if I want to. I can't, yet here I am. Crying. ))

Wildfire glanced about, and lazily groomed her once stunning black pelt. She remembered her sisters, Vildabraden, and Silverdream... And her mother Leopardflame and her father Bramblestrike. She purred at the thought of her sisters and mother but a chill of anguish and depression struck her when she thought of her father. She shuttered and licked her paw, swiping it over her head trying to relax again. It was pointless for an elder like herself to get all ruffled up over the past.

Tigereye stretched and padded from the warriors den. Then once at the exit of the warriors den, he groomed his glossy burnt orange bengal fur, his fur looking a bit like burnt amber sort of, like the color of a magnolia leaf during its last few days dark brown but also with an orangy coloring, like a sunset rays... His pale green eyes glistening as the morning dawn's sun rays shone through the treetops and made his eyes glisten like a grass green meadow.

Shyfeather followed her brother out, but stopped a bit further away from the exit, as to not enclose of her fellow warriors in the den. She padded out into the camp clearing, and licked her paw, swiping it over her head, then licking her chest, smoothing down her night-time fur mess that had made its way to her fur when she rolled in her sleep a bit. She began to smooth it down, as she did the sun hit her silver and dark silver pelt, causing it to shimmer and seem to swirl like marbled glass, or for a cat's point of view, the way the water sways with a gentle breeze blowing from two directions at the same time brushing by eachother, causing a swirling image... When she looked up to survey the camp, to see who was awake, a direct ray of sunlight caught the corner of her eye, hitting right where the color was, causing the blue to sparkle like ice crystals, and a gentle breeze blew up calmly causing her fur to flutter slightly like a gentle fluffy feather...

(Sorry Bravelight. But I can't. I'm sorry. But it's just I've told far to many already. But I can tell you one thing. Knowing you can't love someone, and falling for them anyway. And you both made a promise not to fall in love with eachother, and even though you failed to keep it the other person cannot break the promise. So basicly you just got rejected by your own friend that you've shared your deepest secrets, who's been there for you every time that you need him/her, it hurts... It felt like I just got stabbed in the heart and someone twisted the blade inside me... Like a hole formed inside of my chest... God it hurts... *sigh* Oh well. I'll get over it. I can't wallow in the past. After today, this'll all be jsut a memory... Or so I hope.))

Shyfeather nodded her head firmly. "Of course." She said, voice soft and delicate like a rose petal. Even though her features were delicate they were her greatest weapon, her soft and sweet features made her the best at suprise ambushes. No-one would suspect her to come and attack thanks to her sweet and innocent looks she innherited from her mother.
"Yes, Swiftheart." Tigereye nodded, standing up and stretching. He had innherited the strenght and muscles of his father, his father was almost one of the greatest fighters ever... And amazing at hunting as well. Let's just say that Tigereye was built for fighting and the tough muscley stuff as his sister was built to think things through and slip into a fight when the time was right and get a hit in then slip out, waiting for the exact right moment to strike the worst blow. But they wouldn't be using such feirce techniques, after all this was only hunting not a war.

Shyfeather was to his right flank, padding behind him.
Tigereye walked alongside Swiftheart's left side.

Sorry been alittle late catching up. Been busy)

Eversong, a beautiful sleek russian blue she-cat padded swiftly out of the warriors den. She looked around with earning, her aqua eyes scanning the camp for her mate or any company at all. She decided she could wait for the company and stretch her muscles by going hunting. She padded towards the entrance and left through the tunnel. Her thoughts wondering as she headed out into the forest at a fast pace.

(Sorry. I gotta get off to school. :/ Sorry. I just don't wanna be late. I know it's early but I prefer to be early rather than late, because I'm rarely on time..))

(*notices earlier mistake* Oops! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was a two sentence post. I was just so exausted that night. >.> I passed out on the couch too. ))

Tigereye nodded. "Sorry." he dipped his head in apology, and slowed to where he was across from his silver pelted and blue eyed sister.
Shyfeather flicked an ear in acknowledgement.
As soon as Swiftheart returned and said that Shyfeather's blue eyes lit up brightly with excitement. She loved competition. "My turn." She said. And she slipped into the bushes, stalking along the shadows. She prefered the shadows because her dark silver marble pelt blended in better than out in the open. She stayed in the shadows till she came across the scent of a squirrel. She purred softly in delight. Then began tracking it down, paws stepping softly and gently across the ground. Her stance was amazing, body low to the ground, ears flat on head, pads hardly grazing the ground, tail hovering above the ground yet not flickering or doing anything that could give her position away. She basicly just stalked up on the squirrel. It was happily munching on an walnut, minding it's own little buisy-ness(what? I feel like being silly. I hate using PERFECT english all the time.) when a shadow flashed above it and it's world vanished. It happened far too quickly for the squirrel but for Shyfeather, it happened perfectly. She bit its neck, tilting its head till its neck cracked, killing it swiftly and quickly. She let it fall limp under her claws, and licked her lips. Alas this food was for the clan, and after all the warrior code was, to bring the food back and let the queens and kits, and elders eat before any others. So she moved her prey away from where she killed it and buried it. Sucessfully padding back to the others, the faint scent of squirrel lingering around her, just long enough for Swiftheart and Tigereye to reconize that she did catch and kill something what she killed, then the scent faded..
Tigereye smirked. "Stealthy sis, stealthy." He smirked, then he too vanished into the undergrowth, but rather than going to the shadows he took to the trees..

( ... Oh no no. I'm not always this good. I'm just trying to rp my best. Like an advanced roleplay. I'm trying to keep up to your standards. And without trying I'm putting so much detail. I've read all the warriors series, and I'm in the process of co-writing a book called (or I want to call it this but she doesn't. XD) Perfectly Sane. But yeah... I can't get past Ch 1. Lolz. Such a epic fail. I have to add detail and re-write over 24 more chapters... It's been going on since October 17th of 2010. XD))

Tigereye flicked his ear in reply, not at all worried as he skillfully weaved among the branches, and lightly jumping from tree branch to tree branch.
"Don't worry about him. He's a tough cat. You can't tell because his pelt is so thick. But he has many scars underneath. He's got the pain tolerance and skill of our father. As I've gotten the pelt, a similar personality, and the skill of our mother... Our mama was one to take to the shadows, stealth was her secret weapon. And for our father... Let's just say his skill was in the trees, just as Tigereye is doing." Shyfeather smirked, and flickered her tail. (Ever heard of Skyclan? From the Warrior cat series...))

(Herm well... I can't really explain it that good... But uh... Well maybe I'll explain in the morning. My head hurts right now and I'll be lucky if i can rp right now. And also, I know. But if I don't rp this good. I'll loose my rp touch. x. x And my rp touch is my writing touch, and my writing touch is my over all gift. And i only have that and a TINY bit of a singing gift. Lol so yeah. I need my rping touch/writing touch/over-all-gift.))

Shyfeather nodded. "Mhmm... I agree." She dipped her head, and looked for her brother as well.
Tigereye's green eyes searched the treelimbs, then below. He saw a stray rabbit, one that had dumbly wandered into the forest, out of its element and Tigereye was in his. He grinned slightly, and followd the rabbit as it hopped steadily along the ground and Tigereye padded among the treelimbs up above. When the time was right he dropped down, landing square on the rabbits back, killing it not as perfectly as Shyfeather, since he wasn't the most GRACEFUL of all beings but he still killed it cleanly and easily, snapping its neck as well.