Posts by Moonlightsglow

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    Iceshards mind seemed to stop. Her eyes widened at the action, as she looked at the tom sitting beside her. She never once thought that... He... Wait... What? As the notion sunk in, she slowly started to work again. Her paw lifted off the ground, then set itself down again. Her tail twitched. But most of all, her face heated up. Bladestorm... Likes... Me? The warrior shifted wondering how to respond. An emotion can cause anything to happen. Looking at Bladestorm, she shifted closer. It can create emotions for someone else. Looking at the tom, she quickly looked away. It can cause more of your own. And most of all, Looking back shyly, she did something she never thought she would do. Emotions can create the perfect reaction.


    She nuzzled him back.

    Leaning into Bladestorm, Iceshard thought. When was the last time it snowed? Humming slightly, she looked up. Her mind was whirling with ideas and thoughts. She couldn't remember the last time it snowed. But... It was nice... She thought, smiling warmly. She had spent most of the last leaf bare talking with Bladestorm. It was an extremely happy memory.


    Ooc: What season is it? ???

    Ooc: I suppose that Darkclaw would be on the safe side. Unless she got dumped in the river. Cause last I checked, Emberpelt was carrying her.
    Recap: We're still getting cats across to the safe side. Starweaver would be helping with the badger patrols injurys, Snowpaw is collecting honey and cobwebs, Berrypaw is helping you. I dont know what your warriors are doing, but most are helping those who cant get across the river get across.


    IC: Darkclaw weakly padded away from the river, and headed torwards a clear spot. Laying down there, she sighed quietly. Waiting for better treatment of her wound than a quick cobweb or two. Sure it helped, but it was soaking quickly.

    Sihouette shrugged, joining in the race, and rushed after the she-cat. He was not quite as fast as he had been in the battle, having worn himself out. But that didn't mean that he couldn't catch up with Storm. His black paws thudding on the ground, he sped up to meet her neck and neck. Grinning, he felt the wind blowing his pelt back.

    Iceshard frowned. She didn't think about her family too much. But, deciding if they were family, they were nice, she nodded, smiling again. She looked at him and cocked her head, still smiling. Her eyes glinted with familiar curiousity and trust. But hidden beneath them, deep under the wraps of blue, she had memories that even she could never know. They were pushed from her mind, and she always lived in the present.


    Ooc: She had... Rather disturbing thoughts. ^^"

    Slowly making his way back onto the bank, Whitefur looked back to the other side of the river. There didn't appear to be any more cats over there- at least, none that he could see. Sighing with relief, he sat near the edge of the river, drying off a bit. When his long fur didn't feel quite as heavy, he stood and surveyed the area. No one seemed to be in need of his help at the moment, so he padded quietly towards his resting sister, passing Brokenheart and Brightspirit on the way.


    Ooc: Ahh! Im starting to get really bad at responding now! >~<

    Display Name: Moonlightsglow
    Character's Name(May be Tribe, Warrior, or Loner/Rouge): Ember
    Age: 27moons
    Rank: Flame
    Gender: she-cat
    Appearance: Ginger she-cat. Her eyes are a almost dull amber. The tips of her ears are black, fading from the ginger. Her fur is short, and always kept clean.
    Personality(Please no meet mes): She tends to be snappish, and is very secretive. Shes also a bit hypocritical, always poking her nose into other cats business. She'll pop up out of nowhere. She always will pop up only at the exact right time, when shes desperately needed, or at the exact wrong time, when other cats are glad shes not there. She ruins their moment. She likes hearing the sound of her own voice, an will talk a lot when given the chance. Otherwise, shes light on her feet, and it will be hard to hear her coming. She wont talk if no ones around to listen, as she finds it a waste of her voice. She'll never yell for help for the same reason.
    History: Ember became loner, never wanting to be a kittypet, though she had been born as one. Her littermates couldn't stand her constant prattle, so she eventually left. Living on her own, she never became friends with any cats. She would occasionally partner with someone to survive, but almost none stayed very long. The cat to stay the longest was named Coal. He only stayed with her about two moons. She always seemed to get into trouble with her chatter, but it could also get her out of trouble. No one can stand non-stop talk for that long.
    Crush/Mate: Open/NA
    Kin: None that she knows are still alive.
    Other: Morning~ :3

    Dull amber eyes shot open, taking in the scene around the she-cat. Standing slowly, she lifted her tail so as to not touch any of her sleeping clanmates. Walking into the sunlight, her ginger pelt glowed, its smooth surface needing a little bit of work. But before that, she needed some food. Walking to the fresh-kill pile softly, Ember examined the outside world. Today, she let a happier persona take over, a rare occasion. As the ginger she-cat walked, she twitched her ears, searching for any type of noise. Hearing nothing noteworthy, she let her dull eyes settle back on her target, the fresh-kill pile.

    Welcome to Shineclan! We are always accepting.


    Rules-


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    Sign-up form:


    My forms:


    Mentors/Apprentices-


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    Rp~

    Ember lightly walked to the freshkill pile, grabbing a mouse in her jaws. Padding over to a sunny spot, she set the mouse down. Her dull amber eyes searching the camp, she saw others waking up. Smiling softly, she lowered her ginger muzzle to the mouse, taking almost delicate bites.

    Ooc: Okay, thats so romantic! Killing something so your crush has nothing to fear, kinda disturbing but... *girlish squeal*


    Ic: Birchfang sighed, restless. Looking around, she tried to spot anything to do. Seeing none, she sighed again, lowering her head. The light gray she-cat should've taken the chance to face her fear when she had it.

    Silhouette skidded to a halt outside of the cave, not wanting to look immature. Padding quietly into the cave, he looked around, bright yellow eyes examining every other cat in the cave. Shrugging, the black cat sat down, curling his tail around himself, returning to the shadows.