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    Character Name: Tu'rok


    Gender: Male


    Clan{if any}: None


    Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): None


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):
    A red fox with bushy fur and long black ears and a white muzzle. He has yellow eyes and black paws, tail, and white underbelly.


    Personality:
    A cautious, yet caring fox who always trys to help others in nee, and will always try to give you a bit information even if he doesn't understand the proper problem. He doesn't really care about fighting other creatures and usually doesn't show himself to others. He will only show himself if needed, following the 'Path' to the 'Destiny' he seeks and randomly showing up in diffrent times. He really doesn't have a care about children or cubs, they get on his last nerve! But as he travels he may find a temporary 'home' and stay with his temporary mate and then say a goodbye and leave. He had been raised to not fear or fight, but to help others in need. Yet so cautious and careful he is, he is very impaient with others when it comes to explaining things.


    History(Not needed):


    Tu'rok was raised by his greatuncle, Sebastion, beliveing on many terms of survivl and knowlegde. He always belived in the goodness in all people, and was raised to believe that the Path of his destiny lies within the soul and to follow the spirts of heart. For many years, he has been traveling toward his 'destiny,' whitch he belives leading a culture/pack of his own. There, he'll lead and make his own culture for many foxes to know. He speaks cat from learning from one of his Greatuncles friend, Charlie, an old fat tabby kittypet who used to roam the forests like the 'clans.' There, he had learned to speak cat so he could not be harmed as he passed the Cats Packs along the forest where his route leads along too.


    Others:
    Bought-
    Fox and Secound Language.

    Fernstep blinked his eyes open to the sound of a loud crash near his empty fresh-kill pile. Nudging himself to his paws, he noticed it was still Moon-high and a thick fog had made itself way into the cave. Feeling damp and mucky, he realized Fox-scent was nearby. His fur bristled, he backed a few paw-steps away and unsheathed his claws, Searching for the sight of the creature.


    "Do not worry, my friend." A calm, husky soft voice came from the fox-scent. For a second, Fernstep thought he might be dreaming. But, when he seen the foxes eyes he nearly fell onto the floor, his mouth dropped. How can a fox. . . speak cat? He wondered, unable to speak.

    Patchflower rolled her eyes a grinned at Littlestream, then pounce into the water with her forepaws, making a splash toward her. "Not so funny now, Huh?" She smiled, licking her wet forepaw to wash it off.


    Wind laughed surprised that his aunt didn't burst, he hadn't had some good fun inawhile. "Yeah well, your both more wet then a slippery fish!" He purred, his eyes filled with joy.

    "Just chas'in my owners ball. Wanna play? It's fun, all you have to do is ounce it on your head like this . . " Turnip picked up[ the ball in his jaws gentlely, then thorwed into into the air. He slowly and carfully bounced it on his nose, then it went toward the next dog. "By the way, I'm Turnip."

    OOC: Skyfrost, can yopu put yopur charateras speechs in a barran like "" this. Example is below.



    Examplepaw rushed to his mentor, wide-eyed. "Theres a twoleg in camp, and its got Randomclaw!" He yowled.


    Note: Breezestar is far away from camp since there in a far part of there territory, Mistpaw is busy, and like I said, she can't help since shes having her kits once your half-way back.


    IC:


    Mistpaw held on her stick, braking it a bit. panting for air, she let herself feel the pain in her belly as her kits slowly kicked and moved around.

    Opps, I'll fix that.


    &



    Both accepted! I'll add them tomorrow, when I have the time. ^^

    So enough Neon raced and slipped under the couch where the twoleg couldn't reach him. Then, once it left and started wailing to its parents, sending a flick of his tail to Twichspark to follow him up the stairs. Hopefully, the cats up there where her friends, not just some rogues.

    OOC: Recap? I hadn't gotten to go on for a week due to work.


    Also, the Rogues are going to attack Riverclan soon. [Maybe, depends on the amount of rogues.]


    IC:


    "Rogues, Pack, gather on the half=-moon for a meeting!" Fang yowled, but not to loud, just enough for the others to hear. Trap was sitting in front of fang, looking up at the Mightyena.

    Patchflower gripped Gentley Littlestreams tail and beginned to pull her into the river, casting a playful glare at the she-cat. "Im not done with you, fur-ball!" She hissed playfully, pushing back.


    Wind grinned, not liking to be left out. He slowly climping onto a small rocky hill and braced himself to pounce onto Ptachflower, waiting for just the right moment. . .

    OOC: Should all the medicine cats go to the moonstone, because I forget if they gathered there like the Moonpool. It's just getting me a bit mixed up.


    Night saw Rosey sitting near the entrance and started to wonder where Xcross and the others where. He sat up, and glanced a killer. "Go find the others, its time to discuss a plan."


    Thunderclan


    Lightingstrike watched over his clan and finally decided to make some dawn patrols before moon-high came.


    Canypop grabbed a poppyseed so Amber could sleep in the night peacefully without her sores aching her. Then, once she put it in a leaf-wrap, she started to sort out her herbs.

    "Hey, I bet you can't do this!" Turnip chanlledge, leaping up to grab the ball in his jaws likes a bird and thorwed it up into the air. Then, he bounced it onto his flank toward Thorn, half-grinning as it sped toward him.