We're back from hell {O - Bloodclan prisoners return}

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    OC: Same here. ADH(OLS)D?


    IC:The white kitten limped back out of the medicine cat den. His pink nose sniffed the air, a slight scent of, distaste in the air. Houdiikit limped to the two toms, stopping near them. He was facing away from them, yet he spoke. "Is there anything I can do?"

    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]ooc. Yeeeees *vibrates*


    Noonpaw began collecting moss as well, his paws working numbly. He was so tired, he just wanted to fling himself into the nursery and sleep.
    But Wildpaw needed a nest and Noonpaw wanted to be a loyal husband.
    Jumping, he turned around and stared at Houdiikit.
    "Can you carry moss?" He asked softly, realizing at once that the young kit was blind. His voice was a bit muffled due to the small wad of moss he had clamped in his jaws.

    Houdiikit ears pricked, disphering the apprentice's words. "I think so." The white kitten moved toward the tree where the moss came off. He unsleathed his tiny claws, and made a nick in the patch. The crippled blind kitten felt where he made the nick, and bit it. He teared off a strip of moss. With it hanging from his jaws, half of it laying on the ground, he turned his head back toward the apprentices. "Will this help?"

    OOC: I have a blind cat, Fightingspirit. So if Houdinikit needs a mentor in the future, hmu. ;D


    Wildpaw snored.

    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]ooc. Bye guys, got a soccer game. Wish me luck! ^^


    Noonpaw turned to glance at the crippled white kit.
    "Perfect," he meowed softly, dropping his moss. He balled it up, glanced at Sporadicpaw and nodded, then grabbed the moss in his jaws. He began walking back to camp, a bit sluggish because of his exhaustion.

    Oc: EXELLENT! BTW his name is latin for falcon.


    Houdiikit smiled and limped after them. His had was held high in an effort to keep the moss off the ground..

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    ooc.{{GOOD LUCKIE BLUIE!!!! -goes to her soccer game with a slingshot and looks at the enemy team- They will die! xDD}}



    The lean tom instantly noticed how tired the ginger tom was and the Hawkclanner quickly snatched the ball away carefully as he mumbled "You should rest...want me to get more moss for you and Wildpaw?" His dark gaze flickered towards Gracefulpaw and his fur prickled with hope that she would fall asleep.

    OC: I used ttoo play soccor. In kindergarden, I took the ball with my elbows and ran across the field. Then in 1st grade a squirrel made the mistake of going onto the field. Both teams chased it, a dog flipped an old lady out of her chair, and the squirrel ran up a power line.


    IC: The white blind kitten kept a steady pace behind the apprentices. His nose sniffed the air continueously, tracking them by their scent. Houdiikit limped after them, keeping his head up so the moss wouldn't drag on the ground.

    OOC; POOPSICLE! Sorry guys I have school and such.
    Omigawd I hate coffee! I'm too young for it anyways XD


    Summerpaw looked over at Spordiacpaw and waved her tail impatiently. She looked over at the kit, and as she layed her eyes on him, she felt a large wave of pity flood over her. She sighed, and wished that she could help in some way, but what way?

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black]ooc. Thanks for the luck, guys <33 We won :3


    The lean tom shook his head and took the moss back, his tail waving.
    "It's fine. This should be enough, till morning at least," he meowed, though nodded in gratitude towards Sporadicpaw.
    He looked towards Summerpaw as he walked. He wondered if she'd decided yet- to stay here or return to Thunderclan.

    OOC: Yay! Good job!!


    "Mom, you're back!" Three young, newly made warriors came padding up to Stripeheart, tails waving. There were two she-cats and one smaller tom sandwiched inbetween them. There was Lightspeed, a lithe, snowy white she-cat with short, fine fur splotched with brown tabby, and one bright blue eye, and one green one. The other she-cat, Rainshower, was a stockier blue mink with unusual, long curly fur that framed her face and ran like ocean waves across her back, sides, and flanks, turning into loose corkscrew curls that went out in every direction on her belly, tail, and chest. She has endearing, round blue eyes. Between them was Fightingspirit, a thin, undersized cloud white tom with big, very light blue, almost translucent blue eyes. He stared blankly past his mother, but he smiled, because he knew she was there. He was blind.
    "Hey guys. How are you? You've gotten bigger." Stripeheart purred, meeting each of her full-grown kits with a nuzzle.
    "We got our warrior names!" Lightspeed and Rainshower blurted out simultaneously. "I'm Lightspeed!" The brown tabby mewed. "And I'm Rainshower." The blue mink sister added. Fightingspirit, much more reservedly, meowed, "And they called me Fightingspirit. Appropriate, don't you think?" He sat, wrapping his fluffy tail around his small paws.
    "That's excellent! I'm so proud of all of you!" Stripeheart gushed, licking them each on their ears.
    "Ew, mom." Lightspeed complained, recoiling. "Come on. We're warriors now."

    In the short time she was laying there, Gracefulpaw had fallen asleep then woke up, her maw open in a silent scream. Padding out of the apprentice den, Gracefulpaw trotted inside the nursey. Stopping when she saw Wildpaw, she curled up beside her sister, needing the warmth and feeling of protection.

    Houdiikit stopped at the entrance of the camp for a moment, hearing three new voices and three new scents coming to his nose. He continued on, taking the moss strip with him. The blind white kit once again stopped, this time by the three warriors.

    Wildpaw blinked sleepily, feeling another warm, fuzzy shape move in next to her. Noonpaw? No, this scent was much more familiar. She had known it since her birth, in that craggy rock den, far from Hawkclan camp.
    "Grace." She sighed. She curled up gratefully to her sister, closing her sleepy blue eyes and wrapping her fluffy tail around the other, slightly smaller sister.

    Ninjas WOOOT! GO BLUEY!!!!


    Summerpaw's eyes flooded with confusion and she looked up at Spordiacpaw. "What do I need this for?" she asked, looking at the moss and then at the large gray tom.