Duskclan rp

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    "I suppose that would help," he commented, then added, "but we need more glory, more honor. That's what Stormclaw needs--poor old soul. I don't think he's been happy in many a moon, especially since we lost Eagleheart. He wants to prove himself again, even thought he doesn't need to."

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    gonna throw it back to you;;


    By now you should of somehow realized what you gotta do;;


    I don't believe that anybody


    feels the way I do, about you now;;
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    "Maybe he can take Featherkit as an apprentice. He's an excitable little bundle."
    She nodded.


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    Backbeat, the word is on the street


    That the fire in your heart is out;;


    I know you've hear it all before but you really never had a doubt;;


    I don't believe that anybody


    Feels the way I do, about you now;;
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    She shook her head smiling. "So you just eat a chicken. A dead chicken?"

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    He shook his head.
    "No, sorry, I killed the chicken."

    Nodding, he agreed, quietly chuckling, "he'll probably be reminded of Tigerheart when he was an apprentice..."

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    SugarHeart smiled and laughed.
    Then, she looked at Sparkkit.
    "I brought you here, little one."


    Lunarkit and Frostedkit walked over to Sparkkit.

    "I suppose I should introduce myself," the deputy meowed with a sparkle in his eye, "I'm Solarflare, deputy of Duskclan." Motioning outside the den, he continued, "the grumpy one's my friend Stormclaw, eldest warrior of Duskclan, and the younger stripey one near him is Tigerheart."
    "What's going on?" Tigerheart asked, padding up to meet with the others.
    Stormclaw sighed and curled up in a dusty niche in camp.

    "I like it here and all. But..."
    He was going to say "I want to go home." but he remembered he wandered too far astray, no only that, but he was taken to a strange cave somewhere. Basically he even more lost then he was Before!


    "Nevermind."

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    "Well, try the clan. Here, these are my two kits, Lunarkit and Frostedkit."


    "Mom, we're six moons, almost apprentices!"
    Frostedkit huffed, and Lunarkit observed Sparkkit.
    "He looks to be as old as us."
    "Don't talk to him as if he's not in the room!"
    Frostedkit pushed her with his paw, and she frowned.
    "Just thinking out loud."

    "It's a pretty friendly community, at least in my opinion," Solarflare egged the newcomer on, "so I think you'll be just fine for now. I know a clan might seem really odd to you, but you get used to it after a while."

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    Lunarkit nodded.

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    { Oh wow good job, dude. Really good post after three weeks of nothing. x3 }


    Lunarkit smiled at the newcomer, he was adorable, but she could tell he lacked something she needed in a cat to even befriend, and that was intelligence. Maybe the clan would help his wise up, she knew he must be cold, hungry, even scared from the long journey from... Toledo? But he would survive, with the help of the clan. She sighed. She was hungry.


    Frostedkit frowned. This new kit, Sparkkit, meant that things were going to change. He didn't want change. He wante to be a kit still, chasing butterflies. And those things his mother showed him... bubbles? He liked those. Bubbles. He really wanted to frolic in the field just outside of their territory again, too. His mother had taken them before Lunarkit had become 'mature' or something, even though he was pretty sure she wasn't suppose to, but the two kits had enjoyed it, he was sure of it. He smiled at the thought.


    SugarHeart flicked her ears, she needed to hunt. She could tell that at least Lunarkit was hungry, and she knew that if Lunarkit was, Frostedkit would be soon. She padded out of the den, glad, she didn't like tight spaces anyway. She sniffed, and then continued on to the fresh-kill pile, picking up two small animals and a bird, which were BubbleFur's favorite, and threw one to him, and then went back to the den, dropping the animals.
    "Here, I'll share with my kits, have you eaten something, SolarFlare?"
    She looked at him differently, now, then she did earlier. His features were sharper, but worn. He was already tired, from the drama, most likely. There was way too much nowadays. It angered her. She remembered when DewFall had been here. And the horrible things they had done. She shook her head. It was all in the past, now.
    Another thing, she noticed, though, was that he was downright handsome. She loved him.


    BubbleFur looked at her curiously, but then ate the bird, savoring every bite.

    (sorry... but i couldn't think of anything else to say!)


    Ripplestream stretched. Standing up, she flicked her tail and started walking away towards the woods.


    ( she was with Bubblrfur right?)

    "No; I'm too busy feeding the old grouch," the deputy laughed in a quiet chuckle, flicking his tail towards Stormclaw. "I'm going out hunting again, so it's not a big deal. Besides, I can think while I'm hunting. Staying back at camp does have its drawbacks."
    As always, Solarflare's words were true. Over the moons, he had grown sick of the drama, sick of the pain. He didn't like to be completely alone, but the less the merrier was his case.


    Groaning, Stormclaw shook his head. How many times would he be insulted? The senior warrior frowned. He was a capable warrior, and believed he would be for moons to come.

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    SugarHeart nodded.
    "Would you like it, Stormclaw?"
    She asked, smiling.