BleedingWing. Dark, Betrayed. And Alone.

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    Bleedingwing stalked the large forest, her Black, dusty rose pelt growing warm from the sunlight. I don't know where i'm going.... She thought to herself, her whiskers twitching at her own comment. "Stupid ColdFrost." She hissed under her breath. "I knew he was faking the entire time!" She yowled. She unsheathed her hooked claws and dug them into the earth. Betrayed. She thought.

    "Hello." said a handsome tom to Bleedingwing. He picked up a thornless rose and gave it to her. (He is a real charmer.)

    She stared at the tom with curiousity in her eyes. She took the thornless rose. "Thanks" she remarked. (She can fall pretty hard for some guys)

    "No problem."

    Nightwing pondered over the thought. No... She wasn't coming back. He barely sighed as he ducked under the brambles that concealed his den. He was out to find fresh moss and a little fresh kill wouldn't hurt. As he opened his maw to scent he scented cats. With cautious pawsteps he ventured over, hiding in a bush incase they were hostile.

    She stood, scenting a familiar smell. Her jaws gaped a little, breathing gently, and quietly.

    "I smell a cat." he wispered.

    OOC: Shes from ThunderClan, so if your Not, then we will just say they have seen eatchother from Gatherings and such. If you are in ThunderClan, then yes. They know eatchother.

    She shrugged, and began washing her paws. Her stomach growled. "I havent eaten since NightFeathers warrior ceremony.." She thought aloud. She heard a mouse scuttling in a bush, so she turned around, to detect which bush the noise came from.

    OOC: Who will she want to mate? And he is from Thunderclan also.


    Dewleaf looked where Nightwing was. "Nightwing?"

    She nodded. "Thats a good idea." She mewed, whiskers twitching, and her cold blue glare grew softer.

    He smiled at the two.

    Nightwing turned, beginning to trot off toward camp. His white and black tail twitched at the scent of mouse. He dropped into a crouch, stalkong forward. Once close enough, he pounced, killing the mouse quickly.

    He followed.