Wheatangel played catch with a mossball.
OOC: Wheatangel. (sorry, I just don't like people spelling names wrong :) )
Cutter gazed around the camp, his eyes and expression unreadable as always. He swiftly climbed up a sturdy looking fir tree and perched on a branch.
If he decided to make this tree his own, he would mark it by scratching it with his reinforced dog claws.
Wheatangel sunbathed.
Heavenlypaw snuggled up to Wheatangel, she was half the size he was, due to her being an apprentice. "Love you bro." she said.
Cutter gazed around the clan, catching the eye of Spiritstar, and quickly looking away.
He feared looking other cats in the eye, because of their colour.
Many cats trembled and fell to the ground with but a glance into them.
Icy blue, and icy cold, it had once been a useful skill for Cutter.
His old leader had often made new-comers look into Cutter's eyes, to see if they were fit to join.
Plus, it was useful in battle.
Now, however, it made Cutter wary of looking into other's eyes.
Cutter closed his eyes and layed his head on his paws.
Spirirstar sighed sadly
ooc/
kits! thats what this clan needs 
OOC: yep XD
IC: Cutter sprawled out and napped.
OOC: Can heavenlypaw be meddy cat?
IC: "Wheatangel, I want to be a medicine cat."
OOC: I'm not good at rping kits XD
OOC: X3
Cutter stretched out on his branch and jumped down, padding over to the FKP. He selected a small mouse, and began to throw it in the air, catching it again expertly.