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Novaheart ducked her head and pushed through the curtain of ferns. The ferns felt cool to the touch. The cream-ivory she-cat's attitude could have been a lot better, and for her, this was rarely seen. The young she-cat was always wearing a smile on her face it seemed, but not now any way. News of Sootpaw's injury had spread to her ears like wild fire.

Novaheart personally blamed and scolded herself for the incident. "This shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have been so easy on him. If I had kept him busy he wouldn't have had the time to practice climbing trees with out my supervision or any warrior's for that matter. Besides dogs were out and on the lose, StarClan only knows what could have happened to him."

The rich aroma of healing herbs smacked into her nose like a rock. Some where pleasant, others..not so much. Her worried emerald eyes flew to the lump of gray fur curled in a nest. The Medicine cats were busily trying to heal the young cat. On shaky paws she approached one of them. She was scared to know how bad the injury and his odds of resuming training again. Most cats never became warriors or resumed their duties as one after an injury like this.

With a heavy sigh to calm her self and chase of the negative thoughts she asked her question anxiously. Her voice was shaky and unsteady at first, but it became more audible and more powerful as she continued. "How...How is he? Is he going to be alright, will he be able to complete his training?" The questions just tumbled out like a waterfall. She pawed nervously at the ground with a forepaw.

Nightpaw's bright green eyes clouded with uncertianty. Only a few, very few. By few, only one cat had ever been given this special gift. Leaders of course though were the exception. By the fact she wasn't surroned by many other StarClan cats, the answer would be no. Silentkit would have to accept the facts and be a proud clan member of StarClan.

"I'm sorry young one, but I think your are going to have to remain a StarClan cat." Nightpaw let her eyes meet with those of the kit's.

Dawnpaw stuck her head into the apprentice's den. Her firey amber eyes scanned the den for the cat Blazepaw. Shadowhawk, the cat's mentor had been looking for the tom. Though Shadowhawk was nowhere to be seen in the camp now. The black and white she-cat had probably gone on a patrol or something.

She shrugged her shoulders and headed for her nest. Blazepaw didn't appear to be in his nest or in the den at all. The dark oak tabby she-cat sighed. It was going to be his funneral if he didn't show up soon. She was tired and her paws were aching. Boarder patrols weren't her idea of fun at all. She was ready for a nap. Besides it was getting very hot outside.

She began circling in her nest and settling down for a good, well deserved nap when the sound of an approaching cat made her eyes shoot open again. She felt a growl rise in her throat, and anger begin to bubble up inside her. She pushed the emotions down though before she lost them.

Name: Wolfpaw (Wolfheart)

Gender: Male

Age: 12 moons

Clan: ShadowClan

Position: Apprentice

Description:
Wolf paw has a light and misty gray base coat. His back is a much darker gray that washes over to his sides. The grays mix and blend well like a rainbow of gray. His pelt resembles that of a wolf except he has tabby stripes. His tabby stripes range from dark ash to midnight black.

Around his face is a much lighter color, a cinder gray. His nose is a dark ruby red. Around his whiskers and nose the gray fades to white. His eyes are a beautiful minty green. Blue is much more apparent in the eye color closer to the iris.

The tabby stripes go all the way to his toes! Like his face his paws and chest are a lot lighter than the rest of his body color. He has unusual tabby markings under his eyes. He has huge paws and powerful broad shoulders.

Personality:
Wolfpaw likes to be alone. He also likes to keep to the shadows. He acts like a lone, solitary wolf. His eyes and ears are more sensitive than normal ShadowClan cats'.

He can be kind and caring, but you'd really have to dig down deep. He can also be quiet the trickster too. Cats should be weary around him. Wolfpaw is incredibly loyal despite his shadowy and dark appearance. Wolfpaw though is a strikingly beautiful and handsome tom thats for sure.

Wolfpaw loves to hunt in the marshes and around the mini lakes in ShadowClan territory. The sky and stars fascinate him. He likes to explore and he loves to learn more about the other creatures that surround him.

Wolfpaw is definitely one mysterious cat that is for sure. Wolfpaw though has the makings to make a great and loyal warrior. His massive paws and broad shoulders definitely give him some power.

History:

Wolfpaw never really knew his parents. His father Mountainfire had been busy as the deputy's right hand man. Rainfeather his mother was never around, she just disappeared one mourning and never returned back to camp. A search part had been sent out, but she was never found. Wolfpaw's father never returned from the search party.

It didn't really matter that they never returned, they paid little attention to him any way. Maybe this is why he was always alone and prefers it that way. Unlike most cats he has rarely ever been in trouble for anything.

Wolfpaw has always been curious about the other creatures in the forest. Always watching and studying them. The questions never seem to stop.

Wolfpaw has proven his skill as a hunter and a fighter and he has proven himself to be one of the clans best. Many cats have found that it is best not to irritate him.

Wolfpaw's training is drawing to an end at long last it seems. Love has struck this old apprentice. His love has taken the form of the beautiful and sleek Dawnpaw of ShadowClan. He hasn't expressed his feelings for her yet, but he knows the she-cat has feelings for him too. Wolfpaw can't wait to recieve his warrior name or for his visit to Hightstones.

Novaheart nodded her head to the apprentice, Floralpaw as she left. Despite Sootpaw's words she couldn't help her feelings. It was her fault too. She'd left him alone with out any older cat. She was his mentor and she had failed him as on and her whole clan. Her first apprentice and look what had happened. How could she bear to face Crystalstar with this news?

She had to admitthat Floralpaw's words had helped to re-assure her and her nervous, she had to go tell Crystalstar though regardless. What would the new leader say? Would she ever get another apprentice? Would she get another shot at being Sootpaw's mentor? Her doubt and dark thoughts followed her out of the den. She'd let the medicine cats do their job and she'd let him sleep.

Dawnpaw's eyes widened with shock and relief. The black and white apprentice did still exisit after all. She padded over to his nest and began to prod him in the shoulder.

"Wake up furball, your mentor is looking for you."

The oak tabby she-cat tried to wake him up. She was tired too, but she couldn't sleep, not now atleast. The heap of fur was still unmoving so she shook harder.

Novaheart's breathing was quickened. Her heart was racing. Novaheart tried to keep her nerves at bay, but she just couldn't. She sucked in a shakey breath and released quickly. It didn't really help. The cream and silver she-cat tried 3 more times before she was able to find her voice.

It came out as a shakey squeak, but she quickly put some volume and control into it. Her fear for the moment was washed away. "Crystalstar, I...I have something to report to you." Novaheart waited anxiously for a reply to her request for the she-cat's audience.

She felt a shudder of icy cold fear rush through her small body. Novaheart had never been a very big cat. Her doubting thoughts raced through her mind again. What was she going to say to Crystalstar? My apprentice fell and hurt himself and I wasn't watching? I let him climb and therefore hurting himself? What would Crystalstar say to her?

Seapaw finished counting and lifted his head. He raised his head in the air and tried to catch a scent. Two had followed the river and the other.....he wasn't sure. Blossompaw was no where to be seen. Didn't Minnowpaw say she was it too? Perhaps she headed off toward camp. What did it matter any way, it was just a stupid game.

He followed Riverpaw's and Minnowpaw's scents. He tried to make his paw steps light and airy, as if he was stalking a mouse. All of his senses were on the alert, listening, waiting...Nothing. He heard and saw nothing. He lifted his muzzle into the air again trying to catch a scent.

Fluffy, blue-gray fur streaked out of a pair of bushes and Seapaw gave chase. It was Blossompaw.

Minnowpaw released her breath. That had been a close one. She watched as Blossompaw and Seapaw raced away.

Novaheart padded into the den and settled herself before the arctic white she-cat before her. Crystalstar's hazel eyes seemed to be boring a hole right through her. Obviously she knew something was up..Wait wasn't it the deputy's job to tell the leader this sort of news any way?

She couldn't go chicken now, she wasn't a coward. She had to clear her mind, and stop it from producing random thoughts like that. If she didn't get a hold of herself, she could very well say something very stupid.

Novaheart gave her head a shake and cleared her throat. A vole seemed stuck in her throat, making it hard to swallow. Novaheart let her grass green eyes travel to the puzzled hazel eyes of the she-cat before her. She tried to hold the other cats' eyes and a steady gaze at that, but they wondered to the sandy floor of the cave and to her small paws about half way through.

"Crystalstar, you see, well...my apprentice, Sootpaw, he..well he was injured you see. He uh, fell out of a tree..." Novaheart waited for Crystalstar's response. Stinging words...anything really. Novaheart couldn't bare to finish saying, it was my fault. She just hung her head in shame.

Well she'd spoken, now what would her sentence be? Sootpaw was her very first apprentice and she'd messed up. Would she be allowed to continue his training if he'd be able to continue down the path of a warrior or would she never ever have another and lose Sootpaw too? Sootpaw had told her it was his fault and not to worry, should she believe him?

The she-cat before her had so much power and a commanding aurora about her. The little cream and silver she-cat sent up a silent prayer to StarClan quickly. "Please StarClan let Crystalstar be kind and sparing of me..."

Novaheart couldn't answer her leader's question about the apprentice. She'd heard Sootpaw and Floralpaw’s answers, but they weren't from Goldenheart or Nightfire. Should she really relax and believe what they'd said? Well it wouldn't matter now. Novaheart heard the curtain of lichen shake as Crystalstar left her den.

She was alone now with her thoughts. She wasn't punished, at least for now. Novaheart was tired and she felt like a badger had been thrown onto her back. What she wouldn't do with a nap. She'd done her patrol and she'd hunted for the clan. It was high time she got some rest.

Wearily she left the den and headed for her own den and soft mossy bedding. Her paws felt heavy as stones. Novaheart could careless really about anything, anything other than sleep. She let her tail trail on the ground of the camp clearing. She’d eventually find out about her apprentice, probably later on in the day after her short nap. A lot had happened to today. Novaheart just couldn’t wait for it to end.

Cherry wood colored ears pricked forward at the sound of a hiss coming from a near by tree. Orange eyes stared up at the tree quizzically. The apprentice would have to forget his hunt for now at least. His dark eyes scanned the tree for anything out of the ordinary. He thought he could see a cat's form among the thick green leaves, but he wasn't sure and he had to close his eyes as another gust buffeted him. The strong wind carried grit and dust, very painful if it ever got in your eyes.

As the winds died down again the apprentice stalked closer to the tree. The dappling along his pelt was nearly invisible with the low light. The scent of rain hung on the air. Great rain and a cloudy day. Perfect. Dappledpaw muttered to himself. He hated getting wet. Water made his thick and some what fluffy pelt stick to him like glue. He'd be damp for ages. It was a small wonder that the young WindClan cat never got sick.

He couldn't make out the cat's scent as the wind had changed direction on him. Now the wind proceeded to blow his fur the wrong way and stick up. He'd soon look like a walking talking fuzzy ball at this rate. A low growl rumbled in his throat.

The tom was now able to place his fore paws on the trunk. His dark brown claws were unsheathed and digging into the rough bark of the tree. He could make out the cat much better. It was a male..and WindClan. Well at lest it was a clan mate. Dappledpaw felt the tension leave him. he could relax some more now.

The thick and fluffy she-cat ran for her life. She didn't want to be it. She flew past were a calico she-cat hid in the water. Only the top of her head could be seen. Blossompaw cast a glance over her shoulder to see if the tiger tabby had followed her. He'd disappeared. Skidding to complete stop she looked around. Grey eyes found nothing among the shadows. A shiver of fear rippled through her pelt. She stood next to the stepping stones.

Seapaw watched from bracken and fern fronds, completely cloaked and hidden. His sea colored eyes were pin pointed on the little she-cat in front of him. He began stalking closer and closer...

The broad-shouldered tom sprung. He landed neatly on top on Blossompaw and pinned her to the ground. As he landed on her, Blossompaw squealed with surprise. The noise was quickly cut off as tiger tabby fur covered her muzzle. The large cat had and his weight crushed, and forced her to the ground. She'd been caught. Seapaw's blue-green eyes stared triumphantly down into the narrowed and shocked grey eyes of the cat below him. "Got ya Blossompaw!"
"Well then could ya at least get off of me Boulder?"
Seapaw chuckled at the name Blossompaw had given him. "Maybe I should have been named Rockpaw huh?"

Blossompaw glared daggers at him and as he settled himself next to the river, she bowled him over into the water with a mighty heave. "Yeah, you should have been, you sink like one too." Revenge completed she happily trotted away to go look for the others.

Seapaw felt the corners of his mouth tug into an angry frown. A hiss was his only comment as he sat dripping wet in the water. He'd get her later. He Still had to find Minnowpaw and Riverpaw.

A sharp loud, squeal echoed from the river and rang in his blue-grey ears. Ripplepaw froze at the sound. It had sounded like a cat. Could the dogs be out on the prowl? His heart set to racing, pounding in his chest. The ThunderClan apprentice didn't bother to check scents, instead he raced off toward the sound. The sounded carried him toward the boarder between his birth clan and the RiverClan cats. He raced onward toward the stepping stones. What he saw were 2 cats that he'd never seen before. They appeared to be fighting. He couldn't cross over into RiverClan territory. What could he do?

He made up his mind and began crossing over to the other side. He was halfway across when the 'fight' broke up. Frustration burned his paws and he felt hot embarrassment flow throw him. How could he have been so stupid? He shook his head and muttered. The thin white 'ripple' markings seemed to actually move as he paced around on the large, smooth stone. He looked like moving, rippling water.

Barkfang kept to the shadows of the trees, he couldn't be seen, not by any RiverClan cats that was any way. Though for sure they'd all blab about him tonight at the gathering. Pure, fiery hatred fueled every movement. His thirst for revenge could have dried up the deepest ocean. The young tom seemed to be nothing more than living, breathing fire. With every determined paw step he could swear the forest around him caught the fire that engulfed him.

Odd enough the tom wasn't a brilliant ginger. In fact he was a muddy water brown tabby tom with broad shoulders. His eyes weren't amber or orange either, just the color of the river. He was muscular all right, with each paw step he took they rippled beneath his glossy pelt.

Ears pricked forward and whiskers too he pressed onward at a good pace. The ground seemed to shake as he planted his paws heavily on the ground with each pounding paw step. His eyes searched for other cats. The scent of ShadowClan and EclipseClan quickly reached his nose. Kits and a loner was present, the scent of blood hung thick in the air.

The scent of blood brought him to a dead stop. He listened carefully, trying to piece together what might have happened. Was Russetfur or Blackheart injured? How about that little tag along of an apprentice? Well he'd show who ever it was that they had messed with the wrong group of cats. He needed their help in order for him to taste sweet revenge.

Getting himself together he pushed through the bushes and plunged down into the hollow as he had done at so many gatherings with his clan. Ex-clan that is. The three of them looked perfectly fine a black and white tom, from EclipseClan sat with them. The horribly mangled remains of a cat near them. Strike that, two EclipseClan cats were here.

His blue-green eyes widened with surprise and question. His burning rage now only simmered. He wanted to know what had happened and why he had to miss all of the fun. A new scent struck his nose. More ShadowClan. This was new. He turned toward the direction of the ShadowClan border and padded closer to his friends. Well you could call them that, more like allies.

Shadowhawk tracked down the scent easily. Alarm shot through her as the reek of blood hit her nose. She stiffened and the hairs on her pelt began to stand up and bristle. Milky white claws slid out of black toes. This big and powerful she-cat was raven black except for the white star on her chest and a crescent moon shape on her fore head. Venom green eyes widened with alarm and fear for her clan mates. What had happened to them! She quickened her paced and exploded into the clearing only to find every one fine, except for the mangled body.

Her venom green eyes came to rest on Barkfang, the RiverClan warrior that had joined NightClan moons ago. This was a pleasant surprise to see the young tom again. He seemed ready to burst with anger and hatred. Now that was her kind of cat! The black and white she-cat suddenly remembering the meeting. This had to be it.

Would she really help them though and go against the warrior code? Who cared about the warrior code and StarClan! They'd taken away her sister! They didn't care, if they did then Nightpaw would still be around and that stupid WindClan warrior Silvercloud would be no more. Gingerleaf too of ThunderClan. Anger flared up in her green eyes as well as the familiar pain and hurt. Why did everything have to bring up the pain?

The sound of a twig snapping brought her back quickly. Oh, she'd forgotten about her apprentice , Blazepaw and her trainee for the day Wolfpaw. Great so growled. Trying her best to forget about them she made her way to join the others. Dipping her head politely to the others, she sat down with the four cats.

Wolfpaw muttered to himself and unconsciously followed behind the fierce ShadowClan warrior. Why, of all the cats in his clan did he have to get stuck with the vile tempered Shadowhawk as a temporary mentor, even if just for the day? Wolfpaw blinked, as if he had just awakened from a dream. The smell of blood and other cats snapped him out of his thoughts. He gazed around him. What had he missed?! He was speechless. No words would his tongue form. Not even a peep. Though he had to admit the EclipseClan cats werided him out. They’re lust for blood was unlike any other, that he’d seen anyway. Sure he’d heard the tales of BloodClan, but they were just that, tales right? With weary flickering minty green eyes the gray cat followed Shadowhawk and sat down uneasily. His pelt prickling with the unease of being around so many strange cats...

Wolfpaw's minty eyes were stretched wide with fear and unease. What was going on here. The gathering wasn't now, it wasn't even completely dark yet. The last colors of the sunset were quickly fading away as the colors of twilight lit the sky. Warriors of Silverpelt were beginning to shine their bright light upon the earth once more. The moon would soon begin it's climb into the sky as usual.

A chill wind began to blow. Wolfpaw's nerves were getting very frayed. The breeze should have felt good after the intense heat and humid day. Instead it send shivers down his spine. He had to be brave and not show his fear. Who knows what would happen to him with all of this strange cats around him. They all seemed to be in the mood for a fight. A fight to the death that is. He wanted no part in that fight.

The gray had rather large paws, even for his size. His tabby stripes extended all the way to his paws. His face paws and chest were all a lot lighter gray than the rest of him. His back was darker than the rest of him too. Like most of the other cats here he had broad, powerful shoulders. Muscular too. Wolfpaw definitely looked like a wolf, in cat form that is. He was huge for a cat, and especially for his age.

Maybe his sheer size would discourage an attack. Though he needed to make his attitude reflect it then. At the moment he was acting like a harmless kit. He was a warrior, and of ShadowClan to boot.

Wolfpaw lifted his big head and glanced around him again. He pushed the fear from his body and mind. He even managed to shove most of it from his eyes. Was Shadowhawk going to cry? He managed to catch her eye, but what ever had been there was gone now.

His minty green orbs came to rest on a young cat. The cat looked older than him. He parted his jaws to try and draw the cat's scent closer to him, but he couldn't catch the cat's scent. The cat was, once again black and white. Was there a theme going on with black and white cats? Did he miss the memo or something?

A growl split the silence and he heard Shadowhawk's icy voice dripping with venom. He turned from the young cat and watched as she and the brown tom were circling each other and accusing one another. He listened in and watched. He felt his body tense, ready to spring like a trap. His claws were slid out. Why were they just now fighting?

Barkfang's eyes were lit with fire again. His lips were drawn back into a fearsome snarl. His ears flat and tight against his skull. His fur was bristling with rage. Brownish claws were unsheathed, his jaws wide open. Thorn sharp white teeth gleaming and ready to sink into the she-cat.

"Why did you bring them...They have no business here. They're not welcomed. Of all the ShadowClan cats you could have brought why did you bring that!" Barkfang pointed his tail at Shadowhawk's apprentice, Blazepaw.

"Do you want to ruin everything?! Spoil all of our chances of winning and succeeding! Every thing hangs in a delicate balance. If they go blabbing off then what will we do?!"

Shadowhawk wore the same matching look as the brown tabby warrior. Her words dripped with venom. Her eyes were nothing more than thin slits of fury.

"I wasn't the one that left NightClan to return to my clan. Look what happened to you traitor. Kicked out of your own clan. What a terrible shame. Don't wor......" Shadowhawk never finished the sentence as Barkfang flew on top of her.

"Call me traitor one more time and I'll ripe your throat out" Barkfang glowed, his fangs just inches from her throat.

Shadowhawk kicked the large tabby warrior off of her and prepared for his counter attack. They couldn't afford to be quibbling like this with each other. As the tabby warrior charged Shadowhawk reared up and so did Barkfang. The two's forepaws were locked together. Head's dipped down for anything to grab.

Shadowhawk took hold of an ear and Barkfang had nothing but fur. Shadowhawk tugged hard on his ear. Their fore paws disconnected from each other and she felt on came down hard on her face and they hit the ground.

The force of the fall caused the two warriors to separate from each other. Shadowhawk had the wind knocked out of her. She lay there frozen on the ground. Agony like fire came from the scratches on her face. Barkfang had struck her good, she had to admit, but the damage done to his right ear was probably far worse.

Barkfang struggled to stand. He'd used most of his blazing anger to fuel and power his actions. He felt weak and tired, even if the fight hadn't been very long. The searing pain in his ear reminded him once again not to rub Shadowhawk the wrong way. She was older and a lot more experienced then him. He'd been so reckless. He'd always been in trouble because of his haste and recklessness. Like that fight with Runningstar the once evil leader of RiverClan, that fight had nearly killed him. He'd been lucky that clan mates had been free to help.

He felt dejected, his pride and ego had been dealt a crushing blow. Barkfang had to admit though, that had the fight continued he might have won......He was younger and more agile, quicker than the black she-cat. She had anger and hate to power her attacks too, though she was a lot better at controlling them, unlike him. Something he'd have to work harder at.

Barkfang picked himself up and shook leaves and other debris from his pelt and sat down. Embarrassment burned his paws, but atleast he felt better. He no longer felt like exploding with rage. Shadowhawk too had picked herself up from the ground, she was limping though. She must have lost a claw during the fight.

The muddy brown tom proceeded to clean the blood from his fur and lick the blood from his right ear. It was still tender and sore. He grimaced as he slid a paw over the shredded ear.

Shadowhawk didn't bother to clean herself up, she'd do it later. Besides another fight could soon start. The tension in the air crackled like lightening. If it wasn't Barkfang's short fuse again then it would be between the pair of loners and the EclipseClan cats. Wolfpaw and Blazepaw would probably be the cause for it. She felt bad for brining them here, but she had no choice. If they returned to camp with out her, the clan would know something was up. Besides here she could make sure they didn't return to camp, or run into any trouble.

As the tom climbed lower he could make out the gray of his pelt and his yellow eyes. The cat didn't appear to show nay sign of aggregation, so he was fine to continue to stare up at the tom. Well if this cat had been hunting he certainly wasn't doing it now. The clan needed more fresh kill more than ever, with all of the dog attacks and all. They couldn't let the beasts infect the prey too. The cat was older than him that was for sure.

" What are you doing up there?"

Dappledpaw's tone was even. No trace of a growl or suspicion, just a normal tone. He wanted to be careful, he didn't want to get yelled at or attacked any more today. The elders had been very, very grouchy this mourning. Plus today he had to get the ticks off the elders. He'd had enough of being yelled at and bossed around today.

A small black head with white clouds poked out of the den. Stone blue eyes widened with shock and surprise at the mew. A heavily pregnant queen lay on the floor of the den. She didn't seem to be awake. Cloverleaf was currently out, she was the only cat here to help the brown queen.

Her heart began to race and she tried to remain calm. Her first case, solo and apparently very sick. The young she-cat disappeared and quickly rummaged through their supply of herbs. Water socked moss she'd need. A white and black paw knocked a ball of moss close to the water with good aim. The ball made a soft splash as it hit the water. Satisfied she continued her search for the right herbs.

It was a good thing Cloverleaf was teaching her about herbs given to kitting mothers first. After all it was the season for it. Borage leaves, better grab some of that, she'll need it later or now if she's got a fever. Feverfew too just in case. Lavender too for just to be sure? No I'll be fine with what I've got for fever. Coltsfoot, she'll need that I'm sure. Maybe some Juniper berries would be good. She pawed her ingredients away from the stock in a small pile. Poppy seed? No! Her mentor had beat that into her head well. Better grab some Thyme for her, maybe for me too.

With all of the herbs she could think of gathered she pushed them on a leaf and wrapped them up. They'd be easier to carry this way. With a fore paw she dunked the moss ball under and hooked it with a long, curved claw and hobbled to the fallen she-cat.

Setting the large bundle down and nudged the cat gently, purring loudly. Dreampaw set the dripping moss ball down and gently prodded the she-cat. Her claws were only sticking out a little, to strengthen her gentle actions.

Gently and carefully she picked the ball in her mouth and applied pressure with her jaws to the soaked feathery green plant. She hoped this would work to bring the queen around to, back with the waking world. If only Cloverleaf was here! Silently the apprentice sent a prayer to StarClan. StarClan please help me, guide my paws and help me not to mess up. I don't want to lose her and all of her unborn kits. What would Cloverleaf say to me? What would the clan think of me?

Name: Orchidsong

Gender: Female

Age: 14 moons

Clan: WindClan

Position: Warrior

Description: A very pretty she-cat with dark blue eyes. Her paws, chest and neck are a beautiful snow white. Closer to the brown of her pelt it's more of a cream that gradually turns snow white. Her underside is completely white too.

Her base coat is a rich light brown color with darker flecks of brown and some ginger too. She has mud brown colored tabby stripes. Her tabby stripes aren't very noticeable on most of her body. They are noticeable on her head though. She has long fur, but it's not thick. Her coat and pelt is very glossy and silky. Extremely soft to the touch. Always seems to smell of orchids. Her voice is very sweet and melodious.

Her eyes are always filled with warmth and kindness. Her face is very sweet and angelic. Orchidsong is very well shaped and proportioned. Everything about her is very gorgeous. Her strides are very graceful and elegant. She looks very delicate and fragile though.

Personality: Orchidsong may look delicate and fragile like the flower, but make no mistake she is a warrior. Though she is very kind and gentle by nature like any mother should be. Very warm and kind this she-cat is a great role model.

Unlike most young cat's she knows how to hold her tongue. She is also very patient. She can be a little vain about her fur. Orchidsong is a sucker for doing what's right. She follows her heart does what she belives to be right. She is very stubborn in this reason.

History: Orchidsoang has always been a quiet and patient learner. She'd rather watch, then ask thoughtful questions. She doesn't really play much unless the mood strikes her. She acts very calm and cool headed most of the time, with a great sense of humor. Especially when she watches the kits play. She loves kits and she can't wait to have her own some day.

Orchidsong's beauty has attracted many tom's attention. One tom though in particular though has caught her eye. They met at a gathering. Since then the two have been seeing each other often, though they try to keep their meetings only every two weeks or so.

The lucky tom happens to be none other than Wolfpaw of ShadowClan. Wolfpaw has found himself torn between a cat from his own clan and her. Orchidsong finally tugged a little harder on his heart. Orchidsong's demise is coming, in a way she'd least expect. The truly sad part is that she'd be pregnant with his kits when she leaves the forest of the clan cats and goes to join StarClan.

Please note that I'm going to kill her with in the first 5-10 posts with her.

((Well that's fine, I don't care. Since this thread is dead and no longer going, why didn't you edit your old one saying this is done due to lack of interest or delete it? It would help me keep track of who needs the medicine cat.))

Standing alone outside the small entrance to a tunnel was a small figure. The half moon's cold, silvery light highlighted the young cat against the shadows, making her only a silhouette against the rocks and sky. Warriors of silverpelt danced and flickered like flames in the wind. No clouds traveled lazily across the sky tonight.

A gentle breeze began to blow, making the she-cat's fur stick up and blowing her scent down the tunnel. The wind wasn't as strong here as it was back home. Home was on the wind swept grassy plains of WindClan, where she could sleep beneath the stars and watch them all night long.

A shiver of fear rippled beneath her pelt, she was very nervous. Tonight would be the night she'd receive her apprentice name, that is if StarClan approved of her being the next medicine cat. She couldn't wait to receive her apprentice name of Dreampaw!

Dreamkit turned back toward the forest and fourtrees. Her mentor would be along shortly. Cloverleaf had told her to run on head with out him, he'd promised her that he catch up. Her stone blue eyes saw no sign of him. With a heavy sight the black and white she-cat stepped into the tunnel and plunged into darkness.

Dreamkit was a raven black with white cloud patches all over her fur. She had unusually long claws and teeth, just like her mother had. As she padded down the tunnel, the only noise she heard was the soft echo of her paw steps. She could feel a breeze of cold air on her face now, she'd soon be in the main cavern.

The rough rock walls felt like they were closing in on her, she could feel the rough stone brush against her pelt. Would she be able to make it all the way? Would the tunnel be to narrow for her to continue through? Of course it would, the scents of many other cats told her that most of the cats had already gathered.

A familiar scent struck her nose and that brought her journey to a hault. It was vaguely familiar. She membered the scent from when she was younger, when she was back at DarkClan. Could it be the old medicine she-cat she remembered?

The thought of seeing an old clanmate forced her paws moving again, and at a much faster pace than before. Suddenly the rock walls seemed to vanish and she stumbled. Before her were other cats and a monstrous stone. A large hole in the top allowed her to see the sky and stars, and it also let in light too from the night sky. The giant rock had to be the moonstone.

While Dreamkit let her eyes adjust she did a scan around the cavern. When her blue-gray eyes had adjusted she could see all the cats more clearly. A gray she-cat caught her eye. It looked just like....Smokefur! It was her!

Dreamkit pelted toward the she-cat off to the side. There were still other DarkClan cats around. She wasn't the last one! Joy filled her heart and mind. She skidded to a hault, just before the gray cat.

"Remember me Smokefur?"

((This WindClan cat that you will soon read about may be killed. I'd prefer that none of my others cats are though. You can almost kill them, but not completely please. I had a hard time trying to think of a way to get her into this thread. I made her for those of you whose cats are dying to kill something. Just when or if you kill her, don't make her look like poor old Coldheart. ;)))

Shadowhawk's eyes widened with surprise at the kit. So this was the famous missing kit. She smiled as a though crossed her mind. He'd never change his name now, he'd always be a kit. Her smile widened. She didn't care if the kit attacked her. She was more than a match for him. It'd be to easy of a fight for her, almost not even worth her time. She fixed her own emerald gaze at him. Daring him to dare attack her too.

Shadowhawk doubted that Wolfpaw and Blazepaw would remember this kit. Blazepaw was the witless wonder and Wolfpaw kept to himself. As for the remaining ShadowClan cats, they might remember. Shadowhawk was probably the oldest one sitting here though.

The gray tabby held the kit's gaze steadily. He thought it odd that a kit his size still bore a 'kit' name. Shouldn't he be Sourpaw by now? Then again he could be a loner or rouge, but if so why keep the name? The tom obviously was once part of the clans, but which one? What had happened to him? Familiar scent drifted toward him. The scent smelled wonderfully of flowers, particularly of orchids...

Oh no that scent could only belong to his mate, the beautiful WindClan warrior, Orchidsong. What was she doing here?! The gathering surely wasn't starting now, was it? Wolfpaw hurriedly opened his mouth and frantically scented the air, checking for more WindClan scent. There was none. He manged to pin point her direction, she was coming from the WindClan boarder alright and was heading..the scent of blood! His eyes darted to the carcass. One of the EclipseClan cat's was toying with it.

The sent of blood had to 've drawn her here.
the mangled corpse surely wasn't that strong smelling, then again Shadowhawk and the RiverClan cat had just fought. The wind may have also blown it over to the moorlands too. What if the long haired brown warrior saw him here? What would she think of him then? His heart and mind raced, he needed to leave and join her. What if the others caught her scent too and found her? Would would his clanmates do to him if they found out his love for her?

If only Shadowhawk would get distracted again, then he could sneak off with out her noticing. StarClan please do something! I'm sorry I love her, but please these are dangerous cats, don't let her die please! Wolfpaw's minty eyes flew to each cat her in turn, trying to see if they'd noticed the new scent too. Orchidsong's scent wasn't that strong though, he was able to detect it because he recognized it so well. Would the others too though be able to detect the lovely floral scent from everything else?