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    Softstep crouched against the wind. He knew it would be windy but he felt like his fur was going to fall off with icy weights. He was off a couple foxlengths from the rest. "So what's the game plan? I don't think sneaking up and attacking at all sides will work well with such little undergrowth." He asked, his voice hardly audible over the wind. Softstep felt exposed. black tabby fur was good for the shadows of the Mansion but out here, he stuck out like... like... well, a black cat on a prairie.

    ok. If you've known he liked Ryan since 4th grade, I say ask him out. either he will accept because he wants to be your bf or he will think about it. asking him out puts him on the spot. If he really thinks you as a friend he will try for a little bit and decide wether he wants to continue or not. If he thinks you his buddy, I think he will accept. However since Ryan is in there, i think you should text him the question. it will give hm thinking space and time. seeming too pushy could freak him out and deny but backing off shows you care. I got nuthin else to give :-X

    The tabby warrior laughed for a bit then thought. What she said seemed to be true; he felt too worried. finally he came to words and nodded " Yes, I believe this worried parent act will pass and things will return to usual." Fuzzypath touched noses to his mate. " I don't think anything would be the same if we stayed this worried."

    "Wait... so then... what now? do we just... follow bent grass and drops of blood? That doesn't seem the smartest thing. Maybe if we can send out some scouts to find more recent marks of life? queried Softstep. Not much could be made by bent grass. In reality, that could be anything they would be tracking; cats, foxes, rats, or even badgers. No, it wouldn't do to have all the raiders following a badger instead of the missing 'clan'. Ugh! If only there was more cover! tracks, scat, and much more would be visible and easier to follow thought the black hunter.

    Softstep followed the others. Might as well try and fail then not to try at all. He walked out fartehr from everyone else but close enough to be seen if need be. He knew where they were coming from but in all honesty, he wasn't sure they should just be following. the black hunter felt the need to scout ahead and look for cover. "Hey, Columbine! Shouldn't some be sent out ahead to loko for possible hiding places? I'd rather not go into battle without knowledge of the area." He asked.

    I personally like the (brother?) from N.I.M.H. The guy is freaking insane and i LOVE tht about him xD I think a villain is someone who dislikes the hero. So in some stories, the villain could just be an extra. in The Magician (The Alchemyst series), Dr. John Dee is viewed as the enemy but Josh starts wondering if he's the good guy because Nicholas Flamel isn't telling the whole truth. Dr. John Dee has immortality because a Dark Elder gave it to him. They just want to come back to the earth and enslave the humani so THEY are the baddies not Dee.

    OOC: just cus i feel like being peppy, Acidfang, you misspelled cannibles xD you spelled cabbibals instead


    IC: Hearing his approval, Softstep pelted across the swaying grass as fast as his paws could carry him silently. There wasn't much cover still so Softstep brought his stomach to the ground and continued to crawl. Ears erect in search of sound and Nose wriggling constantly on the lookout for bloodclan scent, He climbed up to the top of a slab of granite, unaware of what may have been in the ground. He cautiously stuck his head up to sniff the wind. With it carried the tang of Bloodclan. When he finally heard the conversation on a cannibal kit, Softstep leaped nimbly off the boulder into the grass. If there really was a cannibal kit, then things just got more serious.

    HAllo! I be Fuzzypath/Spectram6/Fuzzy/Spec/Fuzzeh/Fuzzens/Fuzz/Fuzzball/Fuzzbrain/Fuzzy_spec! But you can call me whatever you want. I can has cheezburger?! I think the range as to how much people like the series here ranges greatly. There are some who despise it with a passion and some who adore it! I think you will fit in fine here though by your description xD. Yes, this site actually has all levels of RPers from beginners to veterans(Wynn XD)

    Fuzzypath was pleased. Both of them were happy with their solution. " Okay. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go out and hunt. Though I would have loved to just stay with you, I gotta earn my keep here" replied the tabby warrior with a sigh. Fuzzypath got up and padded out of the den and into the clearing where Windclan was gathering.

    Fuzzypath came back to the camp to see cats buzzing around like disturbed bees. He went over to Ravenpelt who seemed to be giving orders like a deputy. "Well, Well! Look how far you've come. Anyway, Petalfur is still pregnant. Is she to stay here until they come or is she going with the rest of the clan?" He asked nervously. He knew Ravenpelt had a temper but he also knew Ravenpelt wouldn't let Silvermask get into danger either. He was hoping the latter would change his mind.

    Username:Fuzzypath
    Position:Nizam
    Appearance: Silver spotted egyptian mau with olive green eyes. gotta get that silver from SOMEone ;D
    Bio/Personality: No bio made yet but as you said, A righteous, dignified and loyal cat
    RP Sample:


    Splotchedpaw padded through the swamps. The ground was a murky blue-green with tufts of grass struggling to survive. There was a pool of clear blue water here and there but nothing bigger than a cat. The birds overhead were sqwuaking in distress with no food for their children. Hmph! gotta strive to survive in this world Thought the young apprentice. His jaws parted to drink in the scents of the swamp and his ears strained to pick up the sound of a mouse or vole. He soon located the latter behind a clump of weeds. He instantly dropped to a crude hunter's crouch. Not his best but it would have to do. He moved silently in an arc until he was close enough to hook it with a claw. Instead, he made a big leap with a fearsome yowl. The vole had been stunned long enough for Splotchedpaw to give it a nip to the throat.

    See, I've been in multiple musicals. Even though I don't have sage fright or even musical anxiety. What I do, is that I take my mind off the show. You already know your lines and you know your ques. So If you think about the big math test next week, you aren't as afraid of the audience.