Yamiclaw noticed the sad expression on her face, but looked away, not knowing what to say.
He turned too continue his hunt, sad there was nothing he could do. He had yet to know her story.
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Sparrowsong caught wind of a mouse, and dropped into a hunting position.
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Emberheart stalked up to the group of Thunderclan cats.
"You're mouse-brained plan will get you no where!" The Shadowclan warrior snapped.
"You think Shadowclan will just sit by and watch like a bunch of kittypets? Just because you all have no guts, doesn't mean we don't!" Emberheart spat. -
Sparrowsong gaped in amazement at the cat.
"Wow! You're amazing!" She purred. -
Yamiclaw stared at Tigernose, not moving and staring into space.
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Yamiclaw spun around and noticed Theo.
He hissed and charged at the tom, claws out and ready for action. He bounded for the cat, and at the last moment sprang into the air. -
"Waht happened just know?" He asked Tigernose with worry.
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"That's awesome!" She purred, and rubbed her head against his.
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"Ok." he repiled with a sigh. He continued to walk in a random direction.
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Emberheart was getting annoyed, being ignored like crow-food. He liked to be feared! He reached out to claw Maplefur on the face, that wouls show that puny cat for ignoring him!
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"That's a really good name! It suits you very well!" She purred, walking over to the dead eagle.
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OOC: Kid of. Shadowclan beat Thunderclan in a war, so they have takin over the clan :)
IC: The moon dissappeared behind clouds. -
Yamiclaw drew tired after a while, and stopped for a rest.
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Dustfang was starting to become very mad and frustrated. He sprang again at the she-cat, aiming to slash her muzzle.
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She turned to him, "yeah, I do! It's really pretty, but kinda dark to, like it has a big mystery to it."
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Emberheart came crashing into the clearing. The shadowclan tom had been wandering looking for excitement for some time now. His tiger-like pelt gleamed in the moonlight, and noticed June. He charged at her with his large mucsles bulging. His black spot caught the moonlight as he charged the she-cat with fury burning in his eyes.
Yamiclaw was not prepeared for the assult. He managed to dodge, but had to throw himself onto the ground hard, causing black dots to encroach on his vision. -
OOC: Anything I'm pretty sure. They do control this clan now. But, I'm not 100% sure, I'm rather new too hehe.
IC:Emberheart's black stripes caught the this remeinder of the moon. -
Yamiclaw licked her head, trying to comfort the troubled she-cat.
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Mistfoot doged swiftly, rolling on the ground to underneath the big cat. She aimed to slask his belly open, she went with all her strength.
Emberheart felt no mercy for this cat, and soared through the air. He aimed to land on the she-cat, to crush her under his weight.She shouldn't be in this battle. He thought. -
Username:yamiclaw
Kits's Name: (Clan name & Loner name)Hazelfrost-Hazel
Gender:Female
Appearance:Silver blue tabby. Deep, hazel eyes with flakes of green. Long and lean, built for speed and stealth. Long furred, with a delicate face.
Personality:Bold, and hot-headed. Agressive, and loves being right. Can be snobby, and craves attention. But deep down, she is easily scarred and very sensitive.
Activity:Daily, for at LEAST 3 hours :)
RP Sample (with kit):Hazel strode out of the den, head held high. The sunlight gleamed on her silvery coat, as she walked over to the entrance of the camp. She headed out into the forest, the smells flooding through her flared nostrils. She didn't feel like hunting, though, so she kept walking amongst the trees. When she hit a large, open, flowery meadow, she decided it would be best to sharpen her fighting skills. Her long strides ate up the ground, as she charged towards a oak sapling.