Lightning clan needs warriors deputy med cat queens kits apperintices and elders, ANY ONE IS ACCEPTED
*******LIGHTNINGCLAN DEPUTY AND MED CAT NEEDED (also taking any other cat)****
- Darbyditty
- Closed
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Name-Dragonsoul
Age-28 moona
Rank-Deputy
Personality-loyal, honest
Gender-female
looks-
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Name- Silverrain
age- 22 moons
Rank- med. Cat
personality- loyal,caring, always optimistic, isnt afraid to step up when everyone else backs down.
Gender- female
Looks-
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Don't worry I'm in about every day
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name: Dappledflame
age: 13 moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Agressive, loyal, competitive, sometimes very depressed, and has a heart of stone.
Gender: male
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Where do we Rp?
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ok? o.O
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OOC: alright.
Dappledflame walked into the clan with a squirrel in his jaws. He dropped it on the tiny freshkill pile. The only other cat that could hunt was him, Dragonsoul, Or thunderstar. He had to hunt on a 24/7 basis just to keep the clan alive. He sat down tiredly next to the pile. He knew he couldn't go to sleep, because the clan would be unprotected.
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Dappledflame nodded. He smoothly walked over to the warriors den. He made a nest in the far corner of the den, and fell asleep quickly.
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Dragonsoul slept under a oak tree
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Silverrain sorted herbs in her den, flicking her ear at an occasional sound. She stood, emerald orbs gazing at the entrance of her den. She exited out into the clearing, the moonlight settling softly on her silver fur. She stretched, sitting in the shade of a nearby tree, wrapping her tail around and over her paws.
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Silverrain blinked greatfully at her, "Thank you, and yes we do for now. " she asnwered calmly, an ear flicking dew from her earlier herb picking. She leaned over and bit into the mouse, chewing the stringy flesh quietly, her jaw barely moving.