Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

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    Demonica.

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    ~Silvy~ wrote:


    Rookfeather looked around, flickign his tail. Uh oh. "Guys, we ought to calm down a bit. We'll be going home soon, so hopefully you can try to hang on until then." The stocky black warrior meowed in a resonating voice. Things were getting a bit out of hand.


    "Are you sure, Rookfeather?" Tinykit questioned as his mother, Willowfeather, fell asleep.


    Meanwhile, Calamity, an elite elder, was talking to Mosspelt, a Shadowclan Elder.


    "I can't believe the warriors aren't civil with each other. I remember a time when cats helped out others in need." Calamity mewed.


    "I know. I mean, honestly. Can't my own clan show even the slightest bit of decency to The Elite? If it wasn't for your lot, we wouldn't be here." Mosspelt replied, her eyes half-lidded. She was tired from all that walking, and she hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a moon. It was so tiring being an elder.

    Arcanekit was bounding by Rookfeather's side. "Can you show me some fighting things? Then i can keep away the bad guys!"

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    There's a reason why Hares are better fighters than any soldier...
    There's a reason why Badgers are treated as Kings and Queens...
    There's a reason why foxes and rats and weasels are called vermin...
    And there's a reason why our Abbey is protected with the help of Moles and Squirrels.


    [align=center]name ; Skunkstripe
    rank ; Leader of Badgers of Sherwood
    ooc ;Recap from page 43?



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    It all started with a certain Mouse and a certain sword...


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    Deepspace
    Deepspace, a graceful black she-cat sat with her eyes closed, 'We are protected by Starclan.' she thought, 'Our ancestors are kind to us, we will be safe.'
    Deepspace was an... unusual cat, and she often slipped out of reality but she was a sturdy fighter.

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    Malcyus knew how it felt to lose something you love. He lost his brother and mother. However, Mal did admire his father - his father was the greatest of guards to him. He wanted to be strong as him too. He felt empty with the absence of Bozenei and Timshel and Kombat, but he moved on. The caracal had his own family with Ambrosia to take care of.


    His green eyes were warm as he padded towards the ShadowClanners. They looked miserable, the poor things. He didn't say though - they wouldn't appreciate him for that. The male wildcat smiled as he glanced down at the squeaking kit, feeling a surge of affection. They didn't deserve to be driven out of their home. Long ago, ShadowClanners attacked the Elite when he was still in the belly of his mother. But he guessed they were forgiven. "Hello, young one. I do hope you are settling in well here. You'll be back home soon."

    IC; whippedkit pounces on deepspace, "CONCEDER YOUR SELF POUNCED!!" she beamed

    Deepspace
    Deepspace turned her head towards the kit, "You're good at that." she said, "If fact, I don't think any mouse could escape you, unless, this happened..."
    Deepspace flicked her tail, trying to tickle Whippedkit.

    ArrowKit was bored and needed entertainment because Windclan was silent in the clearing and ArrowKit was acting like how a kit would if he was bored it's been 2 moons for how long ArrowKit had had his secret so he Would try something new....looking in Shadowclan for the first time he thought it would be fun but when he looked through through WildFires eyes he felt for the first time feelings he felt anger, pain, and especially grief...

    Faith yawned, a tiny squeak escaping her small jaws.She was pretty hungry and skinny, true; And it was easy to say that her fur was not neat, yet she looked very pretty.Her light blue eyes had the same little sparkle as always, as she snuffed her cold paws to stay warm.She turned her head to stare at Arcanepaw .Being from the Elite, and not having a family, really,She had gotten used to being alone.She got up, standing.Her skinny white legs derived gracefully as she walked; walked to a large snow pile, and sat again.

    Cloudpetal favored her still swollen paw.

    [size=7pt]Angeluspaw walked in, a bit late but, she couldn't have cared less. She looked around, wondering why the hell they where in the Elite. Oh yeah, ShadowClan got beaten up by ThunderClan again. She mewed tiredly to herself. [/size]

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    Cursedpaw licked his paw, and didn't look at the elite cats. He chatted with other apprentices in his clan

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    rockpaw one of the usually most handsome appentice in shadowclan looked horrible a scar from his jaw to his ear was on his face and his fur stained with blood he looked at the elite and thought,so we have resorted to this,

    Wishcoin sighed. I thought we were going to leave this place, she thought. She raked her claws against the ground.

    [size=8]Faith yawned, a tiny squeak escaping her small jaws.She was pretty hungry and skinny, true; And it was easy to say that her fur was not neat, yet she looked very pretty.Her light blue eyes had the same little sparkle as always, as she snuffed her cold paws to stay warm.She turned her head to stare at Arcanepaw .Being from the Elite, and not having a family, really,She had gotten used to being alone.She got up, standing.Her skinny white legs derived gracefully as she walked; walked to a large snow pile, and sat again.She ended up next to Wishcoin, but smirked in surprising shock.

    Wishcoin turned her head to face the smirking kit. "Why are you smirking at me?" she asked Faith. She looked at the little kit's messy fur. She could really use a grooming, she thought.