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[align=center][size=7pt]Hi Gossamer!

[align=center][size=7pt]"I'm staying with you!" Snowpaw announced in a shrill yell above the nervous murmuring from the crowd. It was no surprise, of course, that she wanted to stay behind. And though she'd never admit it, she'd follow Lionstar through anything, gosh, she'd follow him into the Dark Forest if it ever came to that! The she-cat hopped to her paws, her white fur, as usual, muddied and messy. She looked around at the others, then up at the sky. She had an off feeling, like a small knot right in the pit of her belly. An uneasiness. StarClan, she prayed quietly, noticing a few dark clouds far off in the sky. Protect us from what we cannot control.

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Fox's frustration grew. Why was no one acting! The others were fanning out along the perimeter of the deer, locking it into a deadly circle. Fox did not wait for the order. The white she-wolf surged forward. The deer skittered left and right and she chased it all the way, trying to get a good clamp of her jaws down on the legs. Finally, her teeth connected with flesh and she chomped down, hard and would not let go. Deer had powerful legs, powerful enough to kick and fatally injure a wolf, but this deer was in no position to be kicking at Fox.

[align=center][size=7pt]"Well, that's what warriors do, isn't it?" Snowpaw said, amber eyes narrowing slightly. Perhaps she was too young, too inexperienced to understand the gravity of the situation. Perhaps she just did not care. Perhaps it was that same stubborn, determined light that was in her eyes since the day she was birthed onto this earth, since the first time her paws hit the grass, since the first time she looked around and saw BrightClan. Since the first spark of... dare I say... love ignited in her heart when she thought of her Clanmates. The only thing worse than death would be inaction. Better to die a thousand deaths than to watch her Clanmates suffer! Leaders don't abandon their Clan! She told herself. And what kind of leader would I be if I did? A lousy one! Only a mouse-heart would run without a fight! Snowpaw pushed her way through the crowd and trotted to the base of the high rock to wait for any more volunteers. Would she really be the only one? Iceclaw, Badgerfur, Lionstar and Snowpaw. A force to her reckoned with!

[align=center][size=7pt]Accepted! Hey Icy!

[align=center][size=7pt]Fox growled with relief as another wolf finally helped her finish the job. With Cora keeping the deer from gettin too far off, Fox was able to let go of the leg and dash around the front of the beast. She lunged at its neck, but it lashed out with its legs and nearly sent Fox sprawling. However, the she-wolf was not faint of heart and she lunged again. This time, she got ahold of the deer's neck. Luckily, it was a doe and just a deer. Deer were far smaller and weaker than their normal prey, elk. Even with the assistance of Cora, it was unlikely Fox could manage to take out an elk on her own accord.
The deer struggled, trying to free itself, but Fox had a tight hold on its windpipe, suffocating it. Finally, it was on the ground. A grounded animal was as good as dead.

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"You dim-wits! I followed Alpha's lead! He made a frontal attack, I carried it out. You're the ones who stood there and watched it run off." Fox snarled, looking straight at Dungeon accusingly, standing over the deer with her tail sticking straight out. She was never one to back down, and she would certainly not stand around and listen to them complain about her saving the kill from escape. Cora's words were less stinging, and she hinted a touch of something like amusement and it calmed her slightly. She stepped away. Fox pushed her luck sometimes, but this was not a bad thing in this situation. She knew she could not eat before Alpha. But she would not be pushed around by subordinates. Never. She knew her place. And she would not be reduced any lower than that. The white shewolf gave her fur a shake and calmed herself down. Go ahead and be ungrateful, you'll be thinking differently when all the prey's gone and I just made the kill that saves your mangy tails, she thought, shaking her head. Fox did what she had to do to protect the pack, whether they appreciated it or not. She caught Cole's look but just exhaled shortly though her nose, padding a few yards away and flopping down on her belly to wait for her turn to eat. Her belly was rumbling, her ribs were poking through her pelt. Prey had been scarce recently, she was skinnier than usual. The only thing to hide it was her thick white fur. Fox watched Cora with silver eyes, her nose twitching at the smell of blood. She hadn't noticed in her anger that she she-wolf was injured. She shot her an almost apologetic look.

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Name: Rashta (rah-sh-tah)
Gender: Female
Age: Three years
Pack: Pack of Midnight Redemption
Personality: Rashta is irritable and sharp. She is rarely friendly and snaps a lot. She's very independent and likes to do things/be on her own most of the time, and does not like to be double-crossed. Rashta is fiery and can be snide, but also fiercely protective of her pack.
Back Story: Unknown

Talents:
-Strong
-Determined
-Quick thinker

Flaws:
-Hardheaded
-Aggressive

Family: Laci (mother, deceased) Earl (father, deceased) Chum (brother)
Friends: x
Enemies: She's sure to make a few
Crush: Open
Mate: x
Pups: x
Other: Moon

Name: Ezra
Gender: Male
Age: Five years
Pack: Loner
Personality: Ezra is stoic and indifferent. He doesn't say anything unless he is spoken to and he is confident and sound in who he is and what he does. He has a short temper and can be rather aggressive when provoked.
Back Story: Unknown

Talents:
-Big size
-Strong
-Fast

Flaws:
-Doesn't work well with others
-Short temper
-Walks with a slight limp

Family: Finch (mother), Bruder (father) multiple unknown siblings
Friends: x
Enemies: He has many.
Crush: x
Mate: x
Pups: x
Other: Moon

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[align=center][size=7pt]Hazelpaw padded back into camp, a vole dangling from her jaws. It was the only result of the hunting patrol she'd been dragged on. The dark she-cat made her way over to the fresh kill pile and dropped the vole on top. She stared at the pile for a moment, then turned and looked around camp. Her eyes lingered at the apprentices den and she considered going in and sneaking in a quick nap. And by 'quick nap' she meant sleeping for the rest of the day. But Hazelpaw knew better than to do that, if Silverdusk caught her sleeping again, she'd be training until dawn and then she could really kiss her precious shut-eyes goodbye!
The black she-cat gazed around with general indifference at her clan mates, a disinterested look on her face. Hazelpaw was not easily impressed and nothing all that exciting was talking place. Man, this place could be such a drag.

[align=center][size=7pt]Oh, goodie, thought the dark she-cat as she saw Hawkeye approaching out of the corner of her eye. Hawkeye. What a treat-- she scrunched her nose as the tom's tail smacked her face. Hazelpaw rolled her eyes. It was time for her daily torment. For whatever reason, she was the constant target of Hawkeye's teasings. Stepping on her tail, smacking her with his own, placing bugs in her nest, etc. etc. Always some new and equally stupid gag. Hazelpaw was either too lazy to get him back, or just didn't seem to care ask that much. Wow, big surprise.
Hazelpaw walked after the warrior, stepping on his heels as she followed behind. "Are you having fun playing with your food?" She remarked, in her usual bored too-cool-for-school, I'm-incredibly-unimpressed voice. "I must have missed the part in my training where they taught about doing nothing productive all day, but it seems as though you've got that part down-pat." She teased, in good spirit, though it hardly showed in her tone.
She had to suppress a grin in order to keep her trademark bored, blank expression. She would never admit it, but despite Hawkeye's annoying gimmicks, she didn't mind the tom all that much.

Her ear twitched and she turned to see Maplepaw, her denmate, approach her. "Yeah, nothing like an early morning hunting patrol to really wake a cat up," she said with false enthusiasm.

[align=center][size=7pt]Snowpaw watched the cats move around in panic as Maplekit was no where to be found. She was left in camp with only a few others, who looked pretty misplaced, like they weren't sure what to do with themselves. Snowpaw watched as the sun dropped suddenly, the blue sky replaced with a pale grey haze that was very ominous. She felt a strange breeze ruffle her white fur and her whiskers tingled with an uneasy feeling. She turned her face to the sky, saying a silent prayer to StarClan for protection.

[align=center][size=7pt]Hazelpaw gave an exaggerated roll of her earl grey-green eyes. "As much as I'd love to be your little protegee, the much sought-after position of my mentor is already filled by Silverdusk, so you're a bit too late," she said, swiping her tail in a windy, snake-like motion. "Maybe you can give me a few pointers," she scoffed, watching Maplepaw hurry off. She wondered why he had taken to her out of nowhere. Rarely was it that cats were all that intent on speaking to Hazelpaw, not that she was unpopular, just she wasn't always the most pleasant of company, with her passive aggression, pessimism, and sarcasm. Sometimes it was just too much for the happy-go-lucky cats to stomach. She gave Hawkeye a sideways glance, whiskers twitching as she kept up her facade.

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Hazelpaw's ear twitched upon hearing Silverdusk calling her name. She gave Hawkeye a final look before turning and trotting after her mentor. Her fur prickled as she felt the tension in the air. Her eyes landed on Coonstripe. Her tail drifted back and brushed against her mentor's ankles, slowing her pace so that she was padding along beside him in the back. The black she-cat tried not to look like she was too interested in what was bothering him, but she secretly was. She could feel the uneasiness in the prickling of his fur, the shifting of his eyes. She'd be sure to find out what that was about.

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Name:
"It's Heatherpaw." (Heatherclaw or Heatherfur, I haven't yet decided!)

Gender:
"She-cat. Obviously."

Age:
"Eight moons."

Rank:
"Apprentice. Again, obviously."

Written appearance:
"Jeez..."
Heatherpaw is a white she-cat with pale grey and tan tabby blotches. Her eyes are pale olive green. Her underbelly is all white, as are all of her paws.

Personality:
"What is this, an interrogation?"
Heatherpaw is a bit of a stickler. She's rough around the edges and very irritable. She's generally disinterested and has a too-cool-for-school attitude. She's never needed anyone else and she's very independent, keeping to herself. However, underneath her cool exterior, she's actually very lonely and longs for close friends, but her trust issues will not allow for it easily. Heatherpaw can be very arrogant and stubborn. She's hardheaded, but intelligent. She picks her battles accordingly.

History:
"None of your business."
Born and raised in PineClan. She was born in a litter with a sister and a brother. It was a harsh Leaf-Bare, an unusual time for kits to be born. Goldenwing, her mother, contracted a bad case of greencough. Prey was very scarce that Leaf-Bare and unfortunately, Goldenwing, with her illness, was not able to produce sufficient milk for all three of her kittens. Heatherpaw's siblings all died within the first moon of their birth. Her mother also died (due to her weakened state, she never fully recovered from greencough, as well as the lack of prey), three moons after Heatherpaw's birth. Other than that, Heatherpaw has had a fairly average life in PineClan so far.

Kin:
"My mother is Goldenwing and my father is Brackenheart. Mintkit and Reedkit are my only two siblings. They didn't make it through Leaf-Bare."

Crush/mate/kits:
"Still none of your business!"
Open/None/None

Other:
Hollyleaf!
Could Lightningblow be her mentor?

[align=center][size=7pt]Thanks!

[align=center][size=7pt][color=lightgray]Heatherpaw's pale olive eyes opened slowly. She had been stepped on twice already by other apprentices leaving the den. It was nearly sunhigh and the she-cat was still sleeping in. She knew that if she didn't get up soon, she'd probably be changing the moss from the elder's den for a whole moon. The dilute tabby-and-white dragged herself to her paws, shaking away some moss and scraps that still clung to her fur from her nest. She peeked out of the apprentice's den lazily, trying her best not to be seen. She slid out, creeping towards the freshkill pile. Hopefully, her mentor Lightningblow wouldn't see her and make her start training for the day. She was sure hoping for a slow day to catch up on her sleep. My muscles are still sore from last training session, she thought, tip-toeing up to the fresh kill pile. She plucked a vole off the top and headed towards a shady spot.

[size=7pt]Name: Heatherkit -- Heatherpaw -- Heatherfur
Gender: Femme
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Heatherpaw is a pale, sandy lilac tabby with white paws and underbelly. Her eyes are pale grey-green. Her build is average for a she-cat, not too bulky, but not skeletal. If anything, she's toned, with long, powerful legs and a scowl on her face. There isn't much out of the ordinary. She doesn't stick out, but doesn't blend in.
Other: Perhaps her mentor could be Stormyeyes?

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[size=7pt]Heatherpaw was settled in on the edges of the crowd gathered below. She was not a terribly social cat, in fact, she looked a bit bored with all that was going on right now. What a drag, she thought, exhaling softly through her mouth. Her shoulders slumped slightly, her eyes only half open, looking like she'd rather be asleep. The chatter of her clanmates had subsided as the gathering started, bringing her back to life. She tilted her head up just slightly, enough to rest her eyes on Twistedstar as he spoke. She sat up a bit straighter upon turning her eyes on the tom, her back becoming slightly more erect, her ears perking just slightly. Sure, it was ridiculous, but Heatherpaw had a bit of a... crush, if you will, on the tom. More of an infatuation, the young she-cat would never admit it, with her too-cool-for-school attitude to uphold. Besides, she knew it was a ridiculous little notion. He was the leader of the Clan, strong and brave! Not to mention older than herself.
Heatherpaw's tail wrapped around her paws and her whiskers twitched. She squinted as the sun shone in her eyes.

ooc. ;)

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ooc. Me too ;)

Hazelpaw's ear twitched as she felt Silverdusk's flicking tail brush against her fur a few times for he had moved closer to her. She huffed softly and her own tail flicked his shoulder as she branched off from the group, a silent gesture for him to: follow me. She padded along through the undergrowth, checking over her shoulder to see if her mentor had gotten the memo. She made her way through the post-Leaf-Bare forest, in that strange transition phase between cold and dead and springing back to life. As she made her way out of ear-shot from the others, she spoke finally: "So, 'fess up, big guy," she meowed. "What's with the shifty eyes and tension between you and a certain you-know-who?" Truthfully, Hazelpaw had never been suspicious in the least of Coonstripe, she was a strictly logical cat and the tom had simply never given her a reason to be distrustful. However, she also knew that, while Silverdusk could be a bit of a pushover on her part, he was very in-tune to his instincts and they were rarely ever wrong. So if he had a bad feeling about someone, it was likely to hold at least some ground.