what are they doing here?! {open, patrol, rogue attack}

FROSTPOINT
just give the orders

The cold- though not one of her favorite changes in the weather- had never been too much of a problem for her. Yes, the prey ran less, and the snow could often fall so heavily you had to leap along just to make any head way during patrols, but that was about as far as the hindrance went for the tortoiseshell female, whose short, thick fur offered her plenty heat in the harsher climates. She was also unusually large for a female, which meant she was able to maintain her body heat more easily than the smaller cats. When she was a kit, she was often mistook for a tom completely, and it wasn't until her first year that she developed fully. But after she did, no cat would mistake her for a male again.

Long and lithe, with pleasant curves and hips that swayed sensually, her size had never again impaired her looks. She could have been a most sought after Queen, but the job of a baby-maker had never appealed to the battle-scarred femme. She was a fighter, a soldier, a warrior in every sens of the word. The rock solid muscle beneath her sleek, scarred pelt, her long, curving fangs, and the hooked claws sheathed within her paws had been finely tuned over the years until she herself had become a most formidable weapon. To fight was in her soul, and no life lacking in it could satisfy her.

Bloodclan had done her well in the few short months she'd been with them.

As a stray who'd lived by her own rules, she was offered rank after a passing patrol came across one of their own trying to r.ape her. The tom had been young and arrogant, and the white pawed, white tailed femme had enjoyed killing him. Fools like that had no place in this world, not by her standards at least. If you weren't smart enough to pick your battles, you were a failure, plain and simple, and she had no patiance for failures.

Large paws carried her swiftly across the camp clearing, toward the nearest hut. In her powerful jaws was clamped a squirrel; her breakfast. She was needed for a patrol shortly, and the brown rodent was the only thing she'd had to eat in hours. The smell made her mouth water, but she refused to eat until she was safe from the battering winds.

Slipping into the hut, she noticed quickly that she was not alone. Two felines were present, neither of which she recognized. It wasn't all that surprising really- Bloodclan was massive after all, and she'd only been here a short time. In that time, she had busied herself quite bit with hunting, patrols, and other such activities. Sitting around idle had never been something that sat well with her.

"Hello." she grunted through her mouthful, before pausing to shake the loose snow from her coat. Then, she promptly padding over to an unused nest of moss where she seated herself, dropping the meal at her feet. "Are you two also going out for Patrol?" she asked, letting her sharp gaze flick from one warrior to the next. She had been told by a third tier to eat and wait here, so perhaps these were the cats she was supposed to meet then?

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Are you afraid of the dark?
Well if you aren't you should be.
The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.

{OOC}

{IC}
Its so freaking cold!
Why had they left the desert? Gothika had actually enjoyed the heat and the desert sand. Now they were in this confusing cold place that she just hated. Seeing other cats gathering around, Gothika padded over. " what's going on?" She asked. If they were going on a patrol she was joining. She needed to figure this territory out.
" Patience would help."
'I have none.'

Run Mortals...

Gender:Shecat -- Alliacne:Bloodclan -- Rank:Trainee
Parents:Kila X Blackbird X Tiresias -- Powers:Project and Manipulate Emotions, Invisablity, ability to see a single spirit: Desiri [/fancypost]

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The slim lithe lovely snowy white female apprentice trotted towards the others as she followed Gothika and her question. Her jewel bright crimson red eyes were calm and cool as always as she glanced at the others as she had a question look in her eyes.

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Her glossy ears pricked as she glanced over her slim shoulder as she spotted the familiar cream tabby. Her own long silky bone white fur luckily was the kind to penetrade the hot sunlight. She smiled softly and replied "Cool. Let's hope there is some action though."

[fancypost bgcolor=#000000 bordercolor=This is the border color@ borderwidth=How big the border is!px]Gothika
[fancyimage]http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2028/2542983488_cbab9be8da.jpg[/fancyimage]

Are you afraid of the dark?
Well if you aren't you should be.
The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.

{OOC}

{IC}
Her black pelt stood out greatly next to February page's stark white one. Gothika glanced behind her to see Generalpaw. So this was a patrol after all! Well she hated this freaking forest. Her pelt was too thin, and she missed the moon. She couldn't see the moon under all the pesky trees. "I'm craving a lizard like we had back home." She said softly. She had searched and searched for lizards but to find nothing.

Run Mortals...

Gender:Shecat -- Alliacne:Bloodclan -- Rank:Trainee
Parents:Kila X Blackbird X Tiresias -- Powers:Project and Manipulate Emotions, Invisablity, ability to see a single spirit: Desiri [/fancypost]

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Februarypaw nodded with agreement as she missed the desert so much she felt like it was hurt her physically as she mewed "I'm with you Gothika."

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The lovely radiant charming snowy white lithe apprentice turned her attention from her friend, Gothika to Batwing. She liked the she-cat. She smiled brightly as she mewed "That is fine by me Batwing."

FROSTPOINT
just give the orders

Never the talkative one, the she-cat had remained silent when the hut began to fill with the bodies of other felines. Out of all the things Bloodclan had to offer, she felt it was it's numbers that were it's one true weakness. There were so many cats that it was impossible to tell the true intentions of any of them, because it was impossible to get to know them all. You had no idea who was Clanborn, who wasn't, where they had come from or how they had joined. Therefor you could imagine how difficult it was to establish who ranked what. The Leaders and deputies were easy enough, but with three tiers to consider, it was all to often that she mistook an arrogant, mouthy half-pint for a first tier, when she was actually third. It was a disgusting allowance, but one the tortie was made to tolerate none the less.

With her tongie tracing her lips to discard the remains of the squirrel she had just eaten, Frostpoint stood and shook out her coat. The cats were beginning to leave now, and she had no intentions of being left behind when she had been one of the first to arrive. The massive she-cat padded out in a few swift, large strides, her sleek, battle-scarred form picking out a place on the left flank of the group, ears pricked forward. A cat they had called Batwing would be leading them. "Where too?" she called, knowing the Bloodclan territory to be rather large.

Markpaw dropped out of a tree, grinning. She, unlike many others, loved it here. It was weird, since technically she was half Windclan and half Scarclan. No Thunderclan or anything, but trees had become her best friends. "Am I too late to join you?" she asked casually.

[fancypost bgcolor=#000000 bordercolor=This is the border color@ borderwidth=How big the border is!px]Gothika
[fancyimage]http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2028/2542983488_cbab9be8da.jpg[/fancyimage]

Are you afraid of the dark?
Well if you aren't you should be.
The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.

{OOC}

{IC}
Gothika nodded at Batwinng's words. Honestly she didn't want the third tier to come along and boss them around, plus is was more fun with just her apprentice buddies. She stood up and gave her chest a quick lick before padding over to the others. "Yeah, we ready?"

Run Mortals...

Gender:Shecat -- Alliacne:Bloodclan -- Rank:Trainee
Parents:Kila X Blackbird X Tiresias -- Powers:Project and Manipulate Emotions, Invisablity, ability to see a single spirit: Desiri [/fancypost]

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"Ready." came the call and check from the slender lithe albino as she got to her paws and waited for the others with her tail swinging back and forth.