Demonic birth. (OPEN)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0]A young she-kit was left at the boarders of Darkclan, her chest heavily bleeding from the wound her own father placed upon her. Her mothers body was in the forest a few days away, by now foxes and birds got to it, ripping it to shreds. Oh well, shit happens.


    The young red tabby couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs, letting mew after mew out into the forest. She was not afraid to let the whole world know she was here. Either it would get her found and saved faster, or killed by a predator faster. Seeing that she was only a kit she needed the help of others, however in her later moons she would start to avoid other animals as much as she could.
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    Darkclaw heard mewling, he looked around. "Do you hear that?" asked Darkclaw to Gingerpelt.
    Gingerpelt nodded, they followed the mewling.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=7pt]Desirekisses pricked her ears, hazel eyes switching to the thick ferns of darkclan's forest. A scream, that seemed like a scream of a kitten. Lifting herself to her paws, the leader's daughter winced slightly from recent injuries, but galloped forwards, honey-colored eyes narrowed through the whipping winds. A nearing figure, which seemed to be so young and helpless, though no family tending to it. Trotting forwards, the brown tabby lowered her head cautiously. "Are you alone?" She meowed with a tilt of her head, with a motherly instinct, she curled her tail around the mewling body.[/size]

    The tortoiseshell she-cat padded up, flicker her white tail-tip. "It's okay little one." she soothed, crouching down to sniff the small kit. Spottedshadow glanced at the cats gathering.


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Flametail[/size]
    [size=5]Of DarkClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Hazel
    Pelt: Cream tabby
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a very long-furredtom with exotic-looking eyes and a white locket of fur on my chest. I lose my temper very easily, but I am a good fighter.


    History: I was born into a rogue group that was the enemy of my Clan. During one of our raids on the Clan, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the Clan. I and my two littermates were adopted by the clan when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue gang are still out there...
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    Flametail walks up to Darkclaw "what happened" he demands.

    Darkclaw looked at Flametail, "I don't know." he snarled.

    "Should we tell Yellowstar"? asks Flametail.

    Foekit looked up at all the strange cats and strange scents that surrounded her. The young red tabby nodded, not realy sure what to say. She wasn't exactly okay emotionally, she was left here, trapped, physically however she was fine. "Yes." She mewed simply, yes to whatever questions they had they can take it either way they wanted, Foekit was not one to care.