Posts by Smoulderwhisker

Hullo, I'm new.
That's how you introduce yourself isn't it?

Hang on, have to tell people my name

I'm Smoulderwhisker, but I'm usually known as Storm.

Maybe more stuff might be necessary

Fine, I'm English, and I like drawing
If you want to see my warrior cat art (or just art in general) swing over to Stoataggedon on deviantart. That wasn't an advert, just a general, 'If you want to'.

Okay

Cats!

To be updated

Pets?

I have a hamster named Boswell Sock and a ferret named Phelix

Things I like/doing
I like drawing and writing/roleplaying, as you might have gathered.
Uh, as for tv programmes I watch Doctor who and its spin offs aggressively (If you want have a sobfest over it with me I'm game) the same goes for BBC's Sherlock (Last bracket still applies). As for random shows, I watch QI, Red dwarf and other comedy-related things.
As for books, I own the complete first series of Warriors (sadly the only one I like) and a few from the second. I collect Doctor Who books, Redwall and Ratha's Creature books with a bit more gusto than Warriors.
And anything to do with the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Hoopy!

Animals and things
It may be obvious that I like animals, but there are types of animals that I am very fond of.
-Hyaenas: More interesting than people give them credit for. (I'm talking about all types of hyaena)
-Mustelids: Also more interesting, from the little weasel to the massive wolverine
-Cats and wolves and lions and things: Yeah, I like these three.
Others?
Yeah, goats. Goats are awesome, but I don't know that much about them so I'll leave now.

The End!
...Of part one.

Not really, I think this is over now for sure. Be prepared to see me trying to roleplay soon!

Hello!

Yeah, it looks like it. I can't wait to start roleplaying here!

Aww, thanks

I'll bear that in mind, thank you

Hullo, does anyone mind if I join?

Name: Fitchtooth
Gender: She-cat
Age: 57 moons
Looks:
Fitchtooth is a short, stocky she-cat with broad shoulders. Her fur is short and sleek, and it's texture is soft. Her tail is of average length and width. Fitchtooth's head is large with small ears and wide gold eyes. Her fur is different shades of brown, paler around her torso and darkening around her facial features, tail and forelegs. Her bellyfur is cream coloured, along with a bar of cream fur behind her shoulders.

Fitchtooth has her fair share of scars, including four claw marks under her left eye, and one scar on her nose. Her left ear is missing a significant chunk out of it, but this does not effect her hearing.

Rank: Warrior
Mate: -
Crush: -
Other: -

ooc:Thanks!

Fitchtooth shuffled out of the warriors den, blinking her gold eyes. The she-cat trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, picking up a vole. She took it over to the shade of the Highrock and ate it slowly, letting herself wake up.

Eventually, when she had finished, she trotted over to Firestorm and Flamefur, two warriors she only knew vaguely.
"Do either of you know when the next hunting patrol is leaving? I haven't done anything today," She asked, tail flicking around impatiently.

"Thank you apprentice," Fitchtooth replied to the youngster and carried herself towards the entrance to Wisestar's den.
"Wisestar?" The warrior mewed through the opening, unsure whether she should enter or not. The stocky cat shuffled her paws around, hoping she wasn't in trouble.

Fitchtooth nodded, glad she was on patrol.
"Thank you Wisestar," She replied, before turning to stand by the entrance to wait for the others on the same patrol as herself. The brown she-cat sat down to wash her foreleg whilst she waited.

Just as Fitchtooth was about to go hunting by herself, she was brought to the ground as a foe pounced on her. She snarled, trying to twist around under the other cat's weight.
"Ambush!" She yowled, hoping the cats would hear her.

Flitchtooth got to her paws quickly, short pelt bristling and eyes aflame.
"Come back coward!" She snarled, rearing up and swiping the air with her unsheathed foreclaws.

Flitchtooth swiped at the rogue's face, claws outstretched and ready to land a nasty blow on the cat.

An impatient warrior, Fitchtooth did not enjoy conversing with enemies and ignored all her clanmate's attempts at making peace. Instead, she leapt at the skinny stranger, teeth bared, in an attempted to sink her jaws into her opponent's side.

((Leopard, who was that addressed to?))

Fitchtooth drew back, licking her maw, looking at Wisestar, waiting for her move. She was itching to show the rogue tom a lesson, but she was loyal to her leader and did not want to upset her.

Fitchtooth spat at the cat as he left, fur relaxing and lying flat once more. "Now we might be able to hunt in peace," She muttered, annoyed. Her tail lashed around her hind legs uncontrollably.

Fitchtooth flicked her tail, short ears flicking to try and pick up the sound of prey. She had gone deep into the territory, not waiting for the members of the patrol. Now the warrior dropped into a crouch, her ears picking up the scurrying of paws. She crept forward, tail curling around itself and flicking around restlessly. She couldn't see what it was, but the steps were too light to be anything dangerous.

Daring to raise her head above the grasses, Fitchtooth could see the culprit was a mouse. Let's not let it escape, Fitchtooth thought, before releasing her pent up muscles and stretching out a foreleg to bar the mouse's escape, before her teeth caught up with its neck.

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Fitchtooth trotted back to camp, two mice swinging from her jaws. Whilst two of her hunts had been successful, she had accidentally let more prey escape than she would have liked. At least she had something to show for her efforts.

Fitchtooth finally reached the camp, her jaws were aching and she was glad when she reached the fresh kill pile, were she deposited the mice. She padded towards Icewhisper, a cat she could only just remember the name of and another cat, who she had remembered from ceremonies.
"Greetings," She mewed to them both, sitting down.

Fitchtooth yawned, then trotted into the warriors den. Not much had happened today, but the rogue had scratched her back, and though they were minor, they were starting to hurt a bit. The stocky she-cat lay in her nest, grooming her short brown fur.

Fitchtooth nodded at Jade-eyes as she entered the warriors den. The dark brown cat had finished grooming herself, and was curled up in her nest, slowly falling asleep.

Fitchtooth woke up with a start, the she-cat hadn't realised she had fallen asleep. She yawned, and stretched, before getting to her laws and exiting the warriors den. The stocky brown cat shook her pelt, and padded toward Apricotroot and Flamefur, yawning.

Fitchtooth padded towards Flamefur and Apricotroot.
"How are you both today?" She asked, settling herself into a sitting position.