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Cutter smiled happily and groomed his fur

Cutter shook his fur and decided to hunt. He padded out of camp, and carried on until he reached a huge fir tree. He sniffed it and nodded. This was the tree.
He climbed up swiftly and quietly, and there, a birds nest. The mother was out hunting, and so he didnt have to be quiet anymore. He walked along the branch, and came face to face with a nest, with 5 fat eggs, unhatched and warm.
The warmth comforted Cutter. It meant the mother had only just left, and wouldnt be back for a while. This gave him plenty of time to move three of the eggs. He would leave the other two. The two eggs would eventually hatch, and when old enough, lay their eggs in this very tree. He knew that there were a lot more nests in the tree, but he didnt want to take too many at any one time. The birds would realise. Cutter took the three eggs down from the tree and carried them back to camp. He licked his jowls.
Cutter padded to the elder's den, an egg in his mouth. He placed it carefully by Swiftstep and bowed his head, before padding away.
He then gave an egg to the apprentices, to keep them entertained.
Cutter gave the last egg to DreamStar, leaving it in her den, before padding to his tree and perching on his branch.
The eggs would be nutritous, and help the elders greatly.
They would keep the apprentices entertained, and teach them.
Cutter closed his eyes, lay down on his branch and went to sleep.

Cutter awoke from his slumber and peered down to the rest of the clan. His intense blue eyes took in the new members, watching them from his perch in the tree. He tapped his dog claws on the branch, liking the sound they made when they pierced the wood. He put a paw to his collar and jumped up quickly, ashamed with himself for forgetting. He leaped from his tree and bounded swiftly to Emberheart's dead body. It took him a while to find the right claw, one that hadnt been broken, and place it in his collar. As he padded back to camp, satisfied, he recalled the day he had received his collar and claws.
He had been given a yellow collar, but over time, it had changed to a blood red, very much like Scourge. It had been rumoured that Cutter was to become Scourge's heir, but Cutter hated the idea.
He had always been independent, and felt he had a bigger purpose than to live someone else's life, follow someone else's path. Why do something twice?
This very thought had brought him here, to Flutterclan. He reached camo borders and climbed up his tree, laying down to observe the camp once more.

Sin and Stitch had kept quiet as of late. But now was the time. Their mission was clear. They needed to protect Cutter until they were certain he could do it himself.
They were just waiting for their chance.

^0^

hi

she didnt send me one no :S

but i know she quit, i have meh ways >8D

they still have each other on their sniffs.. maybe she just quit wh and is planning to stay on the site were she is gamma .3.

sign up for it then >:3

ohh X3

a what? O.o

oh..and im fine, i'd probably wreck it XDD

hahaha thanks XD

omg hahahaha XD

no, i never met her o.o

--Name: Cutter
--Age: 36 moons (3 years)
--Looks: A calico cat with ice blue eyes that can scare the faint-hearted if they look into them. Was once in ShadowClan, but left to try and change his ways. He kept his loner name, his red dog toothed collar and reinforced claws. He is scarred all over from previous battles. Has a medium build, and prefers to kill his enemies/prey by taunting them.
--Gender: Tom
--Rank: Warrior
--Mates/Crush/Kits: Not looking.
--Other Family: Unknown parents or siblings.
--Other: He is very quiet and doesnt talk much, except to his friends. If you are lucky to become his friend, he is very loyal, and will defend them to the best of his ability. You will also find out that despite being quiet, he opens up to his friends, becoming crazy at times.

Mep :P

(Thank you ^0^)

Cutter stretched and woke up from his sleep. He shook his pelt and yawned. Padding out into the camp, he was greeted by a blaring sun.
He reached a tree, and swiftly climbed up it, perching on a high branch. He overlooked the camp.
Cutter spied a young tom flirting with a female, which managed a smile out of him. He peered at kit and apprentice conversing, and a number of other cats dotted around the camp.
Bored, he scratched at the bark on the branch he was sitting on.
He had left his birth clan to change his ways, but this was all new to him.
He still felt a sensation inside, almost a bloodlust.
It was small at the moment, infact, it very nearly didnt bother him at all, but when he got himself worked up into battle mode, it became crushing.
Like a fire that needed to consume everything in its path, it would overtake any other emotions and, though this was useful in battle, it was wrong.
For now, Cutter wouldnt worry himself.
He lay down on his branch, one leg hanging, and, with his tail curled beside him, napped in the sun.

Cutter awoke at the scent of an intruding cat. Immediately, he was on his feet, and peering down.
He saw the tom didnt mean harm, but precautions would be necessary. With his own background, he had learned to never trust strangers.
He leaped down from his tree and padded in front of the intruder. He looked at him, his ice blue eyes piercing.
Cutter wasnt going to attack the tom. Just keep him here until the leader came.
Letting the tom see the camp on his way to the leader's den would be foolish on Cutter's part, and a price he wasnt prepared to sacrifice.

Cutter looked at the tom. Something about the way he hid his face made Cutter want to laugh a little.
He curled and uncurled his tail.
"That of course, is up to the leader to decide." He glanced behind him. "She will be here soon, i should think."

Cutter's ears perked as he heard a faint voice. He glanced at Wolfstripe, and knew he could handle things with the new tom from here.
He followed the sound until he reached a tree, and swiftly climbed up the tree. He looked at WeakPaw.
"Need help?" He asked.
Cutter usually would have left the aprentice there, and laughed at her discomfort, but, alas, this was why he had left his old clan.
This was a chance to change his ways.

Cutter tilted his head.
"Everyone has their faults. Some worse than others."
He looked at her.

Cutter's patience was diminishing.
"Excuse me." He picked Weakpaw up and leaped down the tree. He padded swiftly into camp and placed her down carefully.
He then padded to where the intruder was, and dipped his head to FallenStar respectfully.