Posts by Dawnbird

It's Chives! Sure, that cat can be a warrior! Welcome Potato Salad. I only have one question:
Is your cat male or female?

"Where are we going?!? Where are we going?!?" Dawnbird chanted as she circled a tree. She stood still and tilted her head to the side thinking. It was cold outside and they needed to get out of the wind. "Let's find an abandoned rabit hole or fox den or something to get out fo the cold. Then wecan fully think about our situation." She then started walking and hoped that the others were following her.

Dawnird skipped back to the two cats and followed them into the den. Without the constant beating of the wind, it was much warmer. Dawnbird found a comfortable corner, and huddled into it.

Ok! Yea! Now we have like six people who have made cats for Potatoclan!

Yup that's fine! The reason that, Chives the deputy, is able to make all of these decisions for Potatoball sometimes is because she is barely active. She doesn't have internet so the only time she can get on is during school. She'd like it for me to take care of her thread!

I'll let Leopardstorm1518 know, although I am pretty sure that she will accept these cats inot the tribe.

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That's why it was created. Because this site needs a crazy clan!

Dawnbird just kept staring. She finally found the words for the answer. "You are good together. Are you warm? I hope you are because it sure is cold outside!" Dawnbird had said more than she had intended. oh well, that happened all the time with her.

[size=36pt]Yup! And now it finally has one! Woo hoo![/size]

Definately! As I already told you bacon bits are a topping for potatoes! We Potatoclanners are Bacon Bit believers!

Again, it was Ivory who talked. "We have recently found out that Winterstar was a traitor and we have no need to stay in a clan where everyone is is searching for those who should stay missing. We want nothing to do with Shadowclan or the rest of the clan's. They are seriously messed up. If you are in batttle, don't give the opponent the chance to win! Of course, Starclan doesn't believe in this. So these little religious cats do whatever they say! These cats have no lives of their own!" Ivory and Ebony truly seemed to mean their words. There was no lie or doubt hidden there. They passed their kits to the tom, and again awaited Capone's answer.

ooc: You are NOT supposed to roleplay for me, but I'll pretend Dawnbird said that because it doesn't really matter.

Dawnbird was pleased by their concern, but was now distracted. She watched the snow and wind pound against everything in it's path, including the walls of the fox den. Nothing was really interesting just sitting here, and Dawnbird was already warm, so she stood up. Dawnbird paced around the inside of the den, likeing the feeling of movement. The energetic cat did not appreciate being cooped up with no where to move. It was unlike her to stand still, so she was doing nothing wrong for herself really.

Ebony cocked her head to the side, listening. She thought she had heard a far off growl, but whatever it had been it was gone now. She turned her attention back to Capone.

"Anywhere that you would like, Capone," Ivory answered with her head dipped in respect. She watched Capone out of the corner of her eye as the small she-cat called to the growling cat.

Ebony heard pounding pawsteps and guessed that these cats had decided to flee. Who would walk into the Elite and then flee from the building? Some mousebrain probably.

Sloekit let out a pained yowl as the tom picked her up. His tooth went into her damaged back and she complained in many mews. Jumkit on the other hand, tried to peer up at the tom carrying her. It was impossible to do, seeing as she was being carried, but she tried anyway.

ooc: It was the bigger kit complaining. Sorry, I just wanted to let you know.

Sloekit felt the ground under her paws. Sweet, sweet ground. She collapsed and her back started to bled. Not overwhelmingly, just a trickle. Jumpkit soon stood. She turned in a circle, surveying her surroundings. She finally turned and looked at the tom.

Yup because if we weren't potatoey, we would never have the right to call ourselves Potatoclanners.

ooc: I'm explaining Shadowclan Territories.

"How about on the Shadowclan border, opposite of fourtrees. This would mean the side closest to you. It is marshy there and should be recognizable. We will be able to find you if you carefully pace the border, so that other cats don't know you are there," Ivory said, her head still bowed respectively.

"But those aren't our names," Sloekit said, Tilting her black head to look up at the olive-eyed tom. "Our names are natureful."

Jumpkit just kept on staring, having no objections like the older kin that stood beside her.

Shun the non-believer! Shun him!