Random Rp thread (Private PM me to join)

Blacky got mad and left his girlfriend alone due to what he thought was selfishness and went into the mountains and into a mysterious cave. This cave was lighter then usual and it was full of paintings on the walls of the wars and battles they had and how warrior cats felt about that. "Great. A whole new adventure of me. Just need to get my mind off of..... Her" he said to himself. Suddenly he felt a physical type of feelings coming on and he started banging his head on the walls of the cave. He wasn't controlling his body. He did it about twenty times and then he blacked out. Tornie came in and took him to the top of his mountain and put him as another one of the flags on his mountain peak, of dead cats. Patches was watching and hurrying, ran up to the top and attacked him with his friend and it was a huge bear named James. His was attacked until he whippered and pleaded and was flooding with blood. James used his dirty and huge foot and pushed him down the mountain and froze into ice and was pushed away into Blacky's old cave. No one could ever actually figure out his life and what it meant to him. Was he nice or mean, good or bad. Later on a new cat clan came along and this cat name was Eron. Eron broke the ice of Tornie's body. and put his body near a fire until there was.......... A pulse.

Lost, the cat, was in a deserted jungle and didn't know what to do. He knew he had a mother except it was only him and one of his brothers named Ros. No water for days and they walked and took turns carrying each other along the way. They were in trouble until their mom's ghost came into the picture. "Shut your eyes and count to three. Shut your eyes and count to three." and she said it about ten times and so the boys did that. Never seen again. Was that a good or bad thing to do or was it made for them? No one will ever know from being unknown kittens in a deserted jungle.

NOTE: None of my posts normally go on and on together on the same topic. Just saying that there is never normally a answer to all of these mysteries.

It was winter and the cat Tumbler was on one of his family walks with his kittens and there wife. Suddenly one of the kittens fell down and they had no clue what to and nothing to do about it. Tumbler carried the kitten in his mouth and brang him to the safety zone. The mouse (preist) felt the kitten and said it was a cauntagous feeling of pressure for a long time. The parents don't believe it.... Espicically Tumbler.

Tank was a warrior and retired a few years ago. His family all died from war and he was alone. He was living a happy life. His wife was hunting for food all day long so he had a bunch of free time in his hands. He made a beautiful picture for his wife of them together in rocking chairs. She came back and wasn't feeling well. She stayed alive but felt bad inside but wanted to live forever because of Tank. This was a big problum and was solved by getting her fixed up with all of their money but lasted and spent all of the time with each other. FOREVER