Posts by Feathercry

genocide cautiously approached the rabbit. "hi there..." he said tentatively.

OOC: you have to buy a prophecy from starclan in the shop, just so you know.

IC: featherstar was scared now. "what is it?" she said, her voice shaking. her knees grew weak but she held firm and faced dawnheart.

violetpaw sat alone ina far edge of the caamp. watching shadowclan warriors carry out daily life in her camp, her camp!!! she may not be leader but this was her clan! she wanted to rip the ears off of every shadowclan cat there was. what the clan needed was to band together, stronger and better than before!! they could take these mangy crow-food ridden flea pelts! her eyes gazed across the camp, how curios it was that she could go un-noticed here......curios....

featherpaw sat quietly in her nest, her eyes glowing in the dim moonlight. she swept the room with the gaze of a hawk. no one she thought to herself. she sat up and waited someone would come in eventually, then she would find a friend.

featherpaws eyes snapped in the direction of the mew. "only me" she said in a silky voice, she was in quite an odd mood tonight.

Amusement flickin featherpaws eyes when the echos took place. "Hello....leafpaw." she tried the name out. She liked it.

OOC: ok!

IC: Featherstar wasn't surprised, she had seen many loners since coming here. "Wolfpaw will have to be ready, we have no choice, starclan has spoken." she bowed her head and turned away. She padded strongly up to the great rock. "Could all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!" She yowled into the night.

"Don't worry little one,we won't hurt you." Genocide said calmly to the rabbit.

Genocide noticed telia's beautiful smile......

OOc: sure!

IC: "Cinnamon, what a cute name!" Genocide said as he stole a glance at telia.

Featherpaw flicked her tail and said "You seem tired, long day?"

Featherstar waited for the clan to emerge.

OOC: sorry i havent posted in a whiule....very busy!

Vivian sat in the middle of the small room, brooding. She had been idle for month's and needed to do something. Having left for awhile not many cats remembered her. She doubted even Capone did. She had come to the Elite for such a short time, but she was back now. She was back and ready for blood. Vivian wasn't mental, she just hated. Hated a lot. And right now it was time for people to know her name once again. She let out a low growl. But the growl reverbrated off the walls. Someone could have heard it.

OOC: If anyone does remember Vivian please tell me, i'm curois.......

OOC: I'm just going to join if you don't mind.

Featherpaw shook her head slowly. The two species would never form a true alliance between any of them.. And even if they did there would be constant war. "Maybe the foxes should just go home." She muttered angrily, moments before she could catch it. She hoped no one had heard her.

Uh-oh Featherpaw thought. She really should watch her tongue. She ducked, but it was close. The apprentice didn't really want to be bit in the neck. "Uh....." she fumbled for words, but was beginning to realize her error and had no retort.

Featherpaw scrambled backwards, her feet getting tangled, and fell.

OOC: She can get hurt. But might have a revelation if things between foxes and cats are explained to her *hint hint* actually i entered this thread kind of clueless, sorry.

OOC sure!

Featherpaw tried to twist away, but the larger cats teeth caught her firmly in the side. She yowled in pain. Oh, how it hurt. She cast a fleeting glance at Crystalfeather, but remembered that the she-cat had a broken foot.

Vivian whirled around and flicked her purple eyes over the Tom quickly. She could tell something was off about him, but she wouldn't say anything, not yet. She forced her ebony fur to lie flat. " I have growled due to the fact that I am in a bad mood." she said, sharper than intended.

Featherpaw, having become unconcious after the bite, slowly became aware of her sureondings once more. She also became aware of a sharp pain forming in her side. The apprentice let out a low moan. The sounds of fighting reached her ears, and she didn't think anyone would help her. The pain increased suddenly, and featherpaw cried out shrilly, hoping she wouldn't have to attempt to stand herself.

Name: Featherpaw (she-cat)
Age: 6 moons
Appearance: Tawny White fur with brown eyes.
Personality: A bit rogue and tempermental, but sweet to those she trusts.
*is currently injured in the fox attack thread!*

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