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    Wow, this look cool! I'll create a kit and see if she grows up to be a warrior :3



    That was long.....but it was fun too. :)

    Hiya! Man, I can't wait to start RPing! From what I've seen, it looks really fun :3


    Alfred...are you a fan of...Hetalia by any chance???




    ;D

    :) Hmmm, considering I'm not really very informed on Hetalia (at the moment - I intend to read the manga and watch all of the episodes when I get the chance. To be honest, I'm more of a Narutard. :3) I guess Warriors would be cool.


    I just finished reading Crookedstar's Promise - dayum, it's so sad *snifflez* :(

    Frozenbrook yawned sleepily, stretching out her legs in the bathtub until they touched the sides. For some strange reason, she'd slept late into the morning; that wasn't normal. Twitching her muzzle, the cinnamon coloured queen sat up, stifling another yawn. For a second, she panicked, not feeling the warmth of her daughter beside her.


    Her eyes flashed with concern, until she say the small grey she-kit curled up at the other end of the tub, her long fluffy tail wrapped delicately around her body. Frozenbrook relaxed, feeling blissfully contented at the sight of her young daughter looking so peaceful. She quietly stepped over to her, and nudged her softly, her purrs dripping with love and affection.


    "Wake up, Lilackit," she soothed, gently picking the groggy grey kit up by her scruff. "It's morning."

    Lilackit slowly blinked open her eyes and sat watching her mother groom herself in the tub. It was warm, and still tired, the kit wanted nothing more than to lay down and go back to sleep. However, Frozenbrook suddenly leaned over and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck before carrying her outside into the hall. Lilackit squirmed angrily until her mother put her down.


    Sighing, the long-furred she-kit realized that she wouldn't be sleeping anymore and stretched before heading off to find Nightkit and Creekkit.

    Frozenbrook watched her daughter go down the stairs carefully. She could be awfully clumsy sometimes, and more than once she'd fallen all of the way to the bottom. However, the small she-kit made it to the hall without tripping over her tail, and started to wander aimlessly around the house, under her mother's watchful eye.


    Thanks to the she-kit not having a known father in the clan, Frozenbrook had had to raise her alone. Not that it was bad though. The queen and her kit had a very strong bond, even if it wasn't shown all of the time. Lilackit loved her mother very much, which was one of the reasons why she wasn't the keenest kit in the nursery to move to the apprentices' den.

    Lilackit boldly clambered up onto a windowsill and stared out into the garden. She often liked to sit and watch the medicine cat gather herbs, or see what the clan was doing. Her mother would often say that it was nosy, but Lilackit liked to be informed about what was going on. After all, she was a member of the clan too, right?


    Her big olive eyes took in everything in the garden, and she strained to see over the fence. She just about saw two dark pelts, and distinguished them as Darkpaw and Shadowpaw. They looked like they were talking about something. Lilackit guessed that it was something to do with training. She also noticed a patrol out in the forest, along with Paintstar.

    Frozenbrook watched as Iguanatail came bounding over to the nursery to visit his mate, Snowleopard. For a fleeting moment, she wished that she had a tom who would come and visit her every morning, but she quickly brushed the thought off.


    I don't need a tom, she thought, wandering into the kitchen, where she saw Lilackit perched precariously on the windowsill. She rolled her eyes, and decided to scold her later when she got down before helping herself to a piece of fresh-kill from the stores.

    From downstairs, Frozenbrook heard Snowleopard's ear-splitting yowl and winced. Lilackit jolted from surprise, and yelped as she tumbled from her place on the windowsill down into her mother's back. Frozenbrook scowled and glared at her clumsy daughter before dropping her prey and pricking her ears.


    "Momma?" Lilackit whimpered, pressing into the queen's flank. "What was that?" Frozenbrook's gaze softened as she wrapped her tail protectively around Lilackit.


    "I'm not sure, dear," she answered, her voice soft, yet tinged with concern. "You stay here. I'll go and check." The queen padded tentatively to the foot of the stairs. "Is everything alright up there?" she called.

    "Great Starclan!" Frozenbrook exclaimed, her eyes wide. Panicking slightly, she blinked turned and raced into the garden, desperately looking for Brackenface or Aminesentpaw. The last she saw them, they were gathering herbs, so they had to be somewhere...


    Lilackit blinked, waiting patiently in the kitchen as she watched her mother whisk inside and outside. What's going on? she wondered.

    Lilackit stared uncertainly at all of the hubbub that was erupting around the camp, unsure of exactly what was happening or what she could do. Something told her that she couldn't go into the nursery, so she just waited outside the door, listening to some cat yowling inside, as if they were in pain.


    She was starting to feel a little cross now; no-one was telling her what was going on or why, and everyone was ignoring her. If there's one thing that Lilackit hated, it was being left out.


    What in the name of Starclan is going on!?

    Name:
    Appleflower


    Age:
    20 moons


    Gender:
    She-cat


    Rank:
    Warrior


    Personality:
    She is calm and thoughtful, yet more than a little outspoken. She is a little shy and reserved, and doesn't cope well under pressure, however she has a true heart, full of compassion and loyalty.


    Appearance:
    Long-furred silver torbie she-cat with white fur stretching from her underbelly all of the way up her flanks. She has a dash of white on her muzzle and pale silver eyes.


    Crush:
    None yet


    Mate:
    None yet


    Kits:
    Nope


    Kin:
    None that she knows of


    History:
    She used to be a kittypet, however she ran away from her Twolegs, seeking adventure. She came across Iceclan and has lived with them ever since.


    Other:
    She likes to chase snowflakes sometimes