Posts by MapleStream

(Still blind XD)

(Annnddd~ I begin roleplaying :P)

She flinched, her ears pricking and her eyes focused on the tree. "What a beauty." She mewed, not making any movement except for her snake-like tail flicking. "I might need some of this bark..." She mewed. The large Aspen Tree almost seemed to be rocking back and forth, whispering "Helloooo..." Soon she was scrapping her large white mud-covered claws against the tree, trying so very hard to scrape off at least a little piece. She new she would probably need this for her stressed or restless clan mates. She mewed relief when a hole chunk fell from the tree, revealing the tree's inner bark. "Finally! This is really going to help the clan." She purred with delight, she bent her head down and picked it up with her jaws, and began trotting off.

As she reached the clan, she shot straight to the Medicine Cat's den, and began to put her findings in a wooden bowl. She clutched her trusty tool (a large stick about a mousetail long and half a mousetail wide, with a smooth bottom shaping to the bowl, and little teeth marks around it to were she can put her teeth in to make herself comfortable without breaking any of her teeth, made by MapleStream herself.) in her jaws, and began crushing the bark. After a while she went to a river and gathered some water in another bowl, went back to camp and poured it into the bowl along with the bark. Making a soupy brown mixture. "Now to store it." She mewed, pushing the wooden-like bowl with her paw near the back of her work space. She yawned, and went back to the river to clean out her mouth of the disgusting taste. She dipped her head and began drinking.

She turned from her leader and the Kittypet, and stopped by FlameStripe's den, happy to see he was awake sitting right outside his den. "Hello, FlameStripe." She mewed, flicking her tail in greeting. "I see you've slept well." She purred happily.

(It's possible, :) They can always just get bark, use their claws to carve it out, the end. ;D)

Name: MapleStream
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Wanted Rank: Warrior
Fur: Gold Fur with Brown spots.
Eyes: Blue Eyes
History(Optional): I was born as a Kittypet with my Kittypet mother, my father a Clan Cat. Once I was born my father took me to the clans.
Mate/Crush: None/CrowFeather
Kits: None
Other: Ice Cubes Are Cold

She purred in reply of his nod, and licked her paw. "I was wondering, if I could tag along if you went hunting later on today. My paws are aching to feel the forest whisper to me." She looked up from her paw, eager to hear any reply.

She sat and wrapped her tail around her paws, her eyes lit up with excitement. Her first hunt with Flamestripe. She was a medicine cat, and she knew that, but Flamestripe meant a lot to her. She wouldn't dare ignore the Warrior Code, and she knew she never would. There was just something about him that made her crazy. "Well then, shall we go?" She mewed.

"Yes, of course," she mewed, "I believe I found the Kittypet lost on another territory, she was turned out by her Twolegs, and I was wondering if she could be with the Clan. She does look like she would be a great warrior one day. Infact, I was thinking if she'd probably want to be a medicine cat apprentice, but I haven't got anything from Starclan about her yet. Maybe it's just not meant to be." She mewed, flicking her tail happily. "But yes, she is a Kittypet, and yes I found her wandering around the woods." She meowed, dipping her head in loyalty towards her leader.

She shot up, her eyes flickered with horror. She knew what she had to do. She couldn't tell her Leader, or anyone. She had no idea what it meant yet. Instead, she hid her horror, and closed her eyes to try and stay calm. She stretched, and opened her eyes once more. She padded out of her den, the green leaved vine curtain brushing her fur. She saw her leader, stretching in front of her den. She padded over and dipped her head in greeting. "Hello, Harmonystar." She mewed.

( I thought this was FlowerClan? xD )

She lifted her head from the cold water, the fur on her muzzle dripping and spiked from the water. She opened her mouth and let in all the scents around her, and pricked her ears. She knew prey was somewhere nearby, so she trotted to the nearest bush, and hid. Peering through the green leaves and poking branches, she watched a tasty mouse plump and delicious sat eating a seed. Her muscles tensed, it had been forever sense she last caught anything. Her eyes narrowed. and tail flicked eagerly, and with one swift jump she dug her claw into the mouse and it squeaked one last death before it died. She picked it up with her jaws, and began trotting back to camp.

Once she arrived, she dropped the mouse on the fresh-kill pile and padded to her den.

(Oh lol x3)

Her ears pricked. What was that? She looked around her den, nothing. Her eyes widened when she realized it was a wail. She slipped out of her den, looking around. No one was outside. Her ears pricked once more if she could hear anything else.

"Flarepaw, Faithwing! Flarepaw, Faithwing!" MapleStream cheered for the new apprentices and the new deputy.

She soon realized the wailing was coming from Desertstorm. "Desertstorm!" She mewed as she came into the group of cats around Desertstorm. "Is she hurt?" The medicine cat mewed, crouching beside the wailing cat.

She padded beside him and followed him out of the Camp, ready for anything. Her eyes gleamed with affection, though she didn't want to show it so she tried not to look into his eyes. For a while she didn't speak a peep, afraid she'd say something mouse-brained and make him this she had bees in her brain. She flexed her claws while walking, digging them into the ground and when moving on ripping roots up from the ground. Her ears flicked to every sound.

She growled, she knew she was to make peace and not get angry but this was just outrageous! Her eyes flared with anger. Any Twoleg mouse-brained enough to take one of her Clanmates were crowfood from the beginning. She looked down at the frightened and trembling cat, all of a sudden her mind flew back. "I'll be back," she mewed, shooting off for the Medicine Cat's Den.

Soon she returned with poppy seeds and thyme leaves. She knew by the way she was acting that she was in shock, and this would help her. She pushed a poppy seed and 3 thyme leaves towards her with her muzzle, and mewed, "Its okay, we'll find him. I'm sure he'll escape somehow." She mewed insuring him.

MapleStream's eyes filled with sadness, she licked Desertstorm's ear, comforting her.
"It'll be okay." She mewed again. "Starclan would never ignore any clan cat." She mewed.

Name: BrokenTalon
Appearance: Long black sleek pelt, nothing but black. His claws are long and silver, bloodstained. His eyes are red, and the tip of his tail is white.
Age: 19 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: He looks like the normal blood-spilling cat, but he's actually quite soft. He might be kind of rude at times, but he always seems to show a good side soon afterward. His love for Crestflight sometimes shows through, but not often.
Mate/Crush: No Mate/Crestflight
Unique skill (optional): He usually does well when it comes to swimming, but he has to be energetic in order to swim. His strength comes through most of the time, and his claws are his 2nd most useful tool. His first would be his teeth.