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    I think we still need a meddy cat and two more warriors before we start an RP thread.

    Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Rɪᴠᴇʀғᴀɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴜɢᴇ Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ
    Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rɪᴠᴇʀғᴀɴɢ
    Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ Mᴇᴛᴇʀ ( Hᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ): 9 {0 during school hours}
    Cᴀᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Stormchase
    Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
    Aɢᴇ: 1 spring
    Rᴀɴᴋ: Warrior
    Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ( ᴘɪᴄs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ): A dark gray tom with a muscular frame and stormy yellow eyes. He has darker streaks of gray and has black spots on his ears and paws. Only one of his paws are white and his tail tip is black, too. His ears are medium sized and his tail is long and bushy. He's also a short-hair.
    Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Funny, full of humor, kind, active, daring, protective, loyal, aggressive
    Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: - Unspoken of
    Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: Foxtrot
    Mᴀᴛᴇ/Cʀᴜsʜ: Nobody / May develop
    Kɪᴛs: ~
    RP Sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ: Stormchase gazed at the sky which was flooded with ash. His fur color seemed darker than ever and his white paw on his left foot looked like as if it was black like his other paws. He stared into the darkness as the night rose overhead. Stormchase shivered as the wind blew over his muscular frame. He knew this was going to be a long night...
    Oᴛʜᴇʀ: ~


    Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Rɪᴠᴇʀғᴀɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴜɢᴇ Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ
    Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rɪᴠᴇʀғᴀɴɢ
    Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ Mᴇᴛᴇʀ ( Hᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ): 9 {0 during school hours}
    Cᴀᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Foxtrot
    Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
    Aɢᴇ: 1 spring and 5 moons
    Rᴀɴᴋ: Warrior
    Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ( ᴘɪᴄs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ): A orange tom with darker stripes and 2 white paws and two black ones just like his brother, Stormchase. He has a torn ear from when he was helping his brother fight two huge dogs. His tail has some scratches and he has a long scratch over his eye and lasting until it reaches his neck. Foxtrot has bright yellow eyes.
    Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Wary, gruesome, aggressive, serious, mysterious, rarely is kind, he barely gives praise...
    Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: - Unspoken of
    Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: Stormchase
    Mᴀᴛᴇ/Cʀᴜsʜ: Nobody / May develop
    Kɪᴛs: ~
    RP Sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ: Foxtrot stood alongside his brother, ears perked for danger. Yellow eyes peeked out of the pure darkness of the ash and darkness. He unsheathed his claws and growled lowly, making sure nothing comes near him or his brother.
    Oᴛʜᴇʀ: ~

    Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Droplet
    Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Droppy
    Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ Mᴇᴛᴇʀ ( Hᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ): 10 {0 on school hours)
    Cᴀᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Spiritheart
    Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
    Aɢᴇ: 14 moons
    Rᴀɴᴋ: Warrior
    Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ( ᴘɪᴄs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ):
    Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Spiritheart is a sweet, loving she cat. She loves hunting, which is her best talent, and likes playing with kits. She is very helpful and trys her hardest at everything.
    Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: No one knows her history. She showed up at the entrance of the camp as a half starved, and half dead apprentice, with little hope of surviving. She was given the name Spiritheart because of her high spirits, which kept her living.
    Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: Not known
    Mᴀᴛᴇ/Cʀᴜsʜ: She has a crush on Stormchase
    Kɪᴛs: nope, but wants somee
    RP Sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ: Spiritheart, Spiritpaw at the time, half dragged, half walked across the leaf splattered forest. A deep cut ran across her side, bleeding heavily. Her ribs were easily visable. She didn't know how she was alive, or if she would make it. finally, she saw the entrance to the camp she had heard of. She had finally reached Strikeclan. She collapsed, right in front of the entrance, unconscious.
    Oᴛʜᴇʀ: