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  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    Pinekit looked at Fashionflare. "You were a kittypet?" he asked, not so much shocked, more amazed. "You are really smart. I heard most kittypets are crazy and think that the world is made of happy sunshine and rainbows." he snickered. "I never met anyone from there before... I don't think... er..." he said. Today really was a eye opener... well, more like the day he realized the world is really a fucked up place.

  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    He tilted his head also an eye opener, "He? That can happen?" he asked. Ah, what a lovely day it is to be a kit... at least he was young and that was an excuse. "Abuse? Wow... I am really lucky to have been born in a clan..." he said. His rage returned to him when he heard himself say that. A rage and hate to strong and burning through him passionately.


    "ThunderClan... WindClan... Evill! I hate them. I want them to die!" he meowed sadistically.


    Turning to the tom. "Why do I feel like I am the only one who wouldn't leave... Wishingwell pulled me out. If I were bigger, I would have beaten them!" he mewed, scraping his claw across the air in front of his own nose. He snickered a bit, losing his temper and replacing it with hope. "No, but really... that can happen?" he asked, also not before hearing about male on male love.

  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    Pinekit ruffled up his fur. "Why is everyone fighting? THis is so pointless! We survived! It was nobody's fault! Now stop this. Wishingwell got Phoenix back. He brought me back. ThunderClan were after me. He saved me." he admitted. He couldn't believe he was hearing this. Wishingwell had helped so much, why didn't everyone see that?


    And Brahminyblind looked furious. He and Jediflux, and Windfire. "We are a clan... " he tried to begin, not knowing it wasn't his place. The kit wasn't really known to them, maybe that was because there had to be over a hundred just like him, small and annoying, or maybe it was the fact that he just wasn't loud enough. "Can't you see? We have most of us. It was impossible to make it out without any fatalities..." he explain. He understood death,very close to him. Kernneedle was brutally killed in front of him when WindClan attack earlier on. He had now been saved more than three times in his short life. He was just lucky to have these cat in his life.


    This kid had guts, nerve that not many had. He wasn't afraid. In fact, he was fairly courageous just to stand up and speak against the cats bickering.


    ((Oh my... Pinekit has a song now...))

  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    Pinekit looked down, feeling bad. "Yes, I know very well... It really doesn't help the clan when you fight though. We don't need to argue. Wishingwell is a great cat." he mewed defiantly. "He saved my life. You know how it feels to know that someone would do that? " he mewed again, kind of upset now. He hadn't told anyone about when Kernneedle died. He never told anyone he was saving his life, or that he died in front of the kit. "I'm young, not stupid." he said, pressing his case.


    "You know, no one wanted this to happen. How do you know that maybe Wishingwell is stressed?" he asked, pressing the general's innocence again. He only cared so much because Wishy was the first cat in his life to give a damn about Pine's wants and needs without asking questions. He was a role model for him.

  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    Pinekit laid next to his mother, being asleep for the past few hours. When he woke up, the kit gave her a nice big lick on the ear, in love and happiness that he got to sleep beside he that night. Getting up and padding towards the Brahminy and sat next to him. "Hello..." he yawned wide and smiled nicely. "I am sorry about earlier. I just... respect Wishingwell. He saved my life. He gave me recognition. I don't know..." he said. The kit continued, "I think it's finally time that someone can see my strengths.


    ~-~-~-~


    Steadyeyes stared blankly into space. "I think... another death has happened..." he mewed, smelling a hint of death in the air. "Recent.... maybe within an hour ago?" he stated. The elder got up, padding around at those asleep, sniffing the bodies of sleeping masses. "Found... one...." he said, only one dead.


    Who was it? Pinekit's mother.

  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    Steadyeyes looked down. "One of the queens..." the old tom replied to Pridepaw. He felt a lump in his throat. She didn't look too bad off. The she-cat laying on the ground was dead though. Her right flank was torn in pieces and dried crusty blood was there too. She had lost a lot of blood and her body was depleted of energy. She died after falling asleep with her kit. "Where is the poor scrap..." Steadeyes called with a depressed mew.


    ~-~-~-~


    Pinekit yawned loudly, looking up at the older cats. He wanted to belike them one day, brave and proud. They had been the ones out there protecting those who couldn't fight. The ruthless WindClan and ThunderClan cats had been able to penetrate the barrier and had been able to carry through with an attack in camp. Even though they lost the battle, they had saved lives by getting them out. The final outcome was that they lost physically. But the ending score was for ShadowClan. The leader was back, and they were still standing. Pinekit's positive outlook on the battle might have been what a lot of his clanmates needed themselves.


    If only he knew his mother had just become victim and death overcame her.

  • HP ANNOUNCEMENT (Finally has one)

    Hello, all.


    I know there has been a departure of great friend Kiba on this site. I hate it too. But she is going to be really happy now not having to worry about threads and posting and drama that goes on the site. Along with he leave, she has been forced to give her high position cats so that they are not lost as well. I know it is a sad thing to say that she is gone, but there is a good reason for me to celebrate.



    That's right guys, I have been given Wishingwell with a perfect understanding of the character, do not worry. I know the character and will most likely not change anything at all. Only thing to change is the name to look out for. So, just to let you know, hi. I am Matt. I will be the new guy roleplaying with Wishingwell, the ShadowClan general. :>


    Thank you!

  • σя∂єя σƒ тнє єνєяℓαѕтιηg ηιgнт{Anti-Clan|Sign-Ups}ησт ƒσя тнє ƒαιηт σƒ нєαят

    Cat Name;; Party Poison


    Gender;; Male


    Age;; 8 Moons


    Rank;; Loner


    Sexuality;; Homosexual


    Appearance-Pic Please;; [img width=510 height=340]http://24.media.tumblr.com/ed1…70pny5S1qjev1to1_1280.jpg[/img]


    Personality;; Friendly, sweet, funny, easily manipulative, awkward, schmoozer, partier, playful, proud, strong, happy (I see what you did there ;) ), intelligent, master of persuasion, kind, feminine, clean freak, strategizer, creative
    History;; Raised by twolegs, but by the age of 6 moons he left to make a life of his own. For the past few moons, he had been learning how to hunt and fight on his own. Too trusting of most cats, he may become victim of The Order, but may out smart them...
    (sorry for such a minimum history...)


    Yummy Jelly!!!!!!!

  • It's as easy as one, two, three! [Private Training with Koronos]



    "N-no. I don't want to do that. What do you do?" he asked the great tom. Larkpaw usually kept from help. He liked learning stuff on his one. In his training though, this would all count. "I want to do something that everyone does. And besides, rolling around in the grass wouldn't work... because I can't do it." he finally admitted.

  • It's as easy as one, two, three! [Private Training with Koronos]



    Larkpaw looked at his mentor and couldn't help himself from laughing. "OH! That makes much more sense! But what about..." he snickered, "The female cats. Aren't they on patrols for it too?" His curiosity hit peak.


    When he was asked about why he couldn't roll in the grass, the young tom looked at his hind leg, which was clearly awkward and a bit off. It was twisted a bit and crooked. "A moon ago I walked into a big metal teeth trap and almost lost my leg." Larkpaw explained, with a sad look on him. "I am sorry. I guess this means you won't want to train me now." he mewed, glancing off from the older tom.

  • It's as easy as one, two, three! [Private Training with Koronos]



    Larkpaw looked uneasy. "And you Just control them? That sounds amazing..." he trailed off. Checking over the bear. "You won't go crazy and eat me, will you?" With that he chucked a little. Larkpaw glanced to his mentor with total playfulness. "What animal can help me with my problem with training though?" he sulked over t the bear.

  • It's as easy as one, two, three! [Private Training with Koronos]



    Larkpaw stood up and padded towards where he was being guided to. "How can I train today?" he asked the Loinmane. "You can really make my disability an advantage?" Larkpaw yipped hopeful. If he could make the bad leg into a perfect advantage, he would be more than happy.


    His mentor was trying already so hard to train him.

  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    Wishingwell


    Golden eyes shot from one to another. Somehow he couldn't help but want to help. Wishingwell observed the cats of his clan, slightly listening to Rookfeather's comment of him staying behind. Had he only stayed a short moment after, he would have been able to meet with Wishingwell. "You know what I found rather odd, was that shortly after a few of the ones, like Rookfeather here, was that they seemed to readily hand back the stragglers that were left behind. What's ThunderClan's game here?" The arctic fox sat, trying to paw at the thought in his mind.


    Of course, they were kits that were handed back, but they weren't just handing them over. ThunderClan was trying to get rid of them.

  • Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

    Wishingwell



    Whiskers twitching, Wishingwell nodded. "Yes, that is true. But at the same time they gave back the kits that we can now train. Having the upper hand isn't everything. Have you seen how WindClan's tensions are rising fairly high. Scorchstar isn't playing nice with his allies or his enemies. When I got there after the battle, he had gone already, but those who were from the WindClan patrol were treated very poorly. It's almost like everyone is a pawn and ThunderClan is at the controls. If you ask me, it won't be long before somebody steps out of line." Pointing this out, he glanced down at Rookfeather. "But it's probably best we lay low and just let ThunderClan and WindClan sit. They will break. They aren't exactly friends." Wishingwell gave a slight wave of his tail, and smiling. "You see what I mean?"