DustClan ROLEPLAY thread! C:

Dropping into a crouch, Newtfang crept forward on paws more silent then death itself. With stunning speed, the small and lean tom shot out of the bushes and landed square on the prey, killing it with a neat blow to the spine.

Haykit passed the moss ball to the other kits.

Krispheart padded of over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a mouse. She hungerily ate the mouse and wandered around the camp watching the other cats doing their duties. She walked outside of the camp and sat by a tree, Ah, fresh air she thought taking a deep breath.

Haykit wandered away from the other kits and followed her mother outside, unnoticed. Wow! It's amazing out here! Haykit saw her mother sit down, but she didn't want to stop here and wait for her mom to get up and walk again. So she padded around the territory taking in the nice smell of prey. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks, Newtfang's back was facing her. Quickly she jumped into a bush nearby and held her breath, not wanting to be caught.

OOC: Hey guys! What's happened so far? I'm new into this Clan =3

IC: Swiftstreak let out a light yawn. The sun glinted off of her silvery bengal pelt. She slowly got to her paws and padded straight for the freshkill pile.

Stonepaw blinked open one of his amber eyes. He yawned loudly and got up to his paws to stretch. He quickly raced out the den entrance and looked around at the other cats in the clearing.

Newtfang straightened, the rodent hanging limply from his jaws. The young warrior's kill was rather large and plump, and the warm scent coming from it clogged his sense of smell.

OOC: Thankies! :P

IC: Swiftstreak carefully picked up a sparrow from the fairly large pile of prey. She bent her head to eat it. She took a small bite out of the plump bird.

Stonepaw looked around, finding no one to really talk with. He padded over to the shady tree and laid down with his belly facing up. He roughly and quickly groomed himself so he would be presentable to the Clan.

Haykit's heart pounded, what if Newtfang saw her? I would never become an apprentice, I'll get into so much trouble!!! What if they noticed I was gone?! I must get back to camp! She slowly stepped backward, onto a twig. Haykit winced and it cracked underneath her paw.

Krispheart groomed her left paw beside the enterence of the camp.

Newtfang instantly whirled around at the sound of the snapping twig, ears erect and shoved forward. The prey dropped and he sniffed the air, detecting another presence. A young one. "Who's there?" he meowed, tensing his muscles.

Haykit held her breath once again, Crap... How am I going to get out of this one? she thought watching Newtfang from behind her small bush.

Krispheart felt the cold breeze, I should get inside the camp! She padded inside the camp and walked over to Swiftstreak, "Hello Swifsteak." she said grabbing her own piece of prey and sitting down, "How are you?"

Newtfang narrowed his stormy gray blue eyes, staring intensely at the bush where Haykit is hiding, but oblivious of her presence. Suddenly, his muscles relaxed and his whiskers twitch, amusement finding their way into his gaze. "Haykit? Is that you I smell?" He meowed in a half chuckle.

Haykit sighed and went around the bush to face Newtfang, "Yes, it's me." she said hanging her head down, "I'm sorry but the apprentices always say how fun it is outside..." she looked up at Newtfang, "Please don't tell anyone! This will just be a warning PLEASE!"

"I won't tell," he promised, purring. He sat down on his haunches and nudged the kill he just made over to the kit. "You can have some if you'd like," he offered.

"Thanks," said Haykit taking a bite out of the juicy prey, "Why aren't you going to tell on me? I mean like I don't want you to but... you get my point." she said looking down at the prey and taking another bite.

Swiftstreak looked up, a bit startled. "Oh, hello Krispheart!" a sudden purr escaped her lips. "I'm perfect. How are you?" she meowed.

"Because curiosity isn't going to hurt anybody," Newtfang meowed, swiping his tail over his strange looking fangs.