Swiftkit blinked sleepily, and waved her tail at the other two kits.
"It's so cold in there! I don't know how we managed to sleep!" She meowed, pointing her tail at the entrance to the nursery.
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Swiftkit gasped, her eyes growing wide.
"Wow, where are you from? I haven't seen anyone from the other clans before!" She said surprised. -
Swiftkit smiled and lashed her tail happily.
She wriggled and crouched down before leaping on the ball of moss and tossing it to someone. -
((i'm happy with continuing it, but if you want to make a new one thats fine!))
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((oh my god, i'm so sorry for not replying until now! >.<))
Swiftkit smiled.
"That sounds fun!" She said, turning in surprise as a new kit came.
"Hi!" She mewed, smiling at them directly.
"I'm Swiftkit, do you want to go exploring with us?" -
((Sorry for not replying until now >.<))
Swiftkit gasped, her eyes widening.
"Really? That's so cool! What's it like?" -
Swiftkit frowned a little. The prospect of having to be on the move all the time seemed rather daunting.
"Is your mum nearby? You could join Riverclan!" -
Swiftkit ran over to the puddles, staring curiously into them.
"Wow!" She gasped, looking into her reflection's eyes.
She dabbed at the face with a paw and watched the ripples. -
"That would be cool!" Swiftkit mewed excitedly. She got up and began to paw through the reeds. trying to find a path to get through.
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A B O U T _ Y O U
What you want to be called: Call me Panth I guess, or Dee idc
Muse: It varies heaps
Activity: I'm here pretty frequently, less then usual thanks to schoolA B O U T _ Y O U R _ C H A R A C T E R
Name: Diana
Age: 17
Appearance (Pics would be nice :3): She's rather slim, around 5'5", with brown eyes and dark brown hair, roughly cut short. Diana's wearing one of those camo fatigue pant things, a plain long sleeve grey t-shirt, black converse and a plain khaki jacket. She also has a dark grey backpack, that, along with other things, carries her laptop.
Personality: She's rather friendly, but would prefer to do things on her own. Once worked up she can get dark pretty quickly, and that's never a good thing. She's also very independent, but can see when she needs back up.
Family: All of them are dead.
Other: She had to kill her parents when they were infected, using the first weapon available- knives from the kitchen. Up to this point, she's been a loner, staying away from human contact. Also, aim for the head! -
gasps and looks at the rp thread like whatup ive just been accepted
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OOC: Hey, is it ok if I just jump in?
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OOC: Duplicating it would be cool, this format is a really good idea :0
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OOC: Thanks for doing this!

NEW PLAYER- Diana
I groan and rub my eyes, having been woken by movement against the side of the tent. It seems like it's the middle of the night, so who, or what, has been causing the noise?
I sit up in bed, fumbling around in my sleeping bag for my glasses case before putting them on. Being short sighted, it would be best to have full visibility when investigating the source.
"....Hello?" I say quietly, getting up. Luckily I don't have to worry about waking any of my friends, as I opted for a tent on my own. That's me, Diana Hartway, doing the thing that gets you killed in every horror-ish movie....Or at least, Supernatural.I grab a torch and pull on a jacket, deciding to investigate the strange sound.
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Diana slowly pulls the curtain away from the window, checking to see if the vicinity was clear of zombies. It appeared to be, but she could see a figure not too far away. She quickly closes the curtain and steps into the middle of the living room, anxiously holding a knife; the same knife she had to use to kill her parents. She didn't know what to do, and hoped the unknown person, whether human or zombie, hadn't seen her.
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==> Open the tent and speak to the cat
I look at the shadow and gulp. Holding my flashlight tightly, I try to work up some courage. Come on, just take a look I think, before finally reaching out and slowly unzipping the tent. Taking a deep breath I peeked outside the tent, unsure of what to expect.