Flareclan (everyone welcome)

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    name: Flarestar
    Age:24 moons
    gender: she cat
    crush:none
    Mate: none
    kits:none
    looks: bright orange and grey feet
    rank:leader

    name:LeopardClaw//BlackFeather//SnowWhite
    age:20//24//23
    gender:she-cat//tom//she-cat
    crush:none//SnowWhite//BlackFeather
    mate:none//SnowWhite//BlackFeather
    kits:none//they are expecting one
    looks:unusually spotted golden tabby w/amber eyes//Dark brown w/mint green eyes//spotted bronze with icy blue and aqua eyes
    rank:deputy//warrior//queen

    name: Weaselflight // Nuka
    age: 20 moons // 20 moons
    gender: she-cat // tom
    crush: OPEN // Open
    mate: ...none// nope
    kits: nope//nope
    looks: cream she-cat with brown stripes and black paws // grey tom with lighter chest and black ears and tail, wears a red bandana around his neck
    rank: warrior // loner/kitty-pet

    she smiled, "hi!"


    Nuka padded into the forest, enjoying the noises. his smiled, licking a rain puddle, "this is nice!" he laughed, climbing up a tree. he was, what he calls, a traveler. The onlything that proves he was ever kept by a two-leg was the fabric tied around his neck. it wasn't bad, and quite cozy at night. He was lean and strong, able to doge any blow or attack.

    she nodded, "sure!" she looked around, "mousestalkker, flowerrose and bearclaw, lets go" she meowed, heading out of camp (random names)


    Nuka laughed, watching the clan cats from the safety of his tree. he smiled, "how organized...maybe I should join!" one of his favorite things to do, was join other cats! and he loved playing with their emotions!
    HE took off his bandana and rolled in the ground, making his fur look grimy and dirty. he licked his fur down so his ribs showed and put on a pained expression.
    he stumbled into camp, looking completely like a cat who just got out of a fight for prey, "Help!" he wailed, slumping to the ground.

    he panted, "so-some freshkill..." he mewed, raising a paw weakly