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    "Well, I was born into a huge family. Being the second litter in a group of 5 kits, I never felt alone."
    Plasmapaw paused then looked up at the sky.
    "My mom was Moonheart, my dad, as you've met is Criptedfang. My siblings were Hollowpaw, recently dead... and Blitzpaw, Currentpaw, and Heavenpaw."
    He meowed, smiling slightly.
    "All of them are gone now except for Criptedfang, thanks to the gorge... They all fell off, every single one of them... all except for my mother and Hollowpaw. Hollowpaw just left and... no one told me how mom died. So to sum it all up, everyone is gone, but i've got you and my dad."

    Plasmapaw licked her head with a smile. "It's fine, its just unfortunate. It happens." Plasmapaw shook his head to answer her question. No she wasn't from another clan or different.. she was clan born and raised. My father mentioned earlier that his other mate... wasn't though."

    A lithe small she-cat crouched down, prepared to jump on a vole she had found. Since it was New-leaf, the prey had been more plentiful. Just as she began to jump, it didn't even turn to look at her. It darted off into a hole. "Fox dung!!" She hissed and started digging at the hole. Lightfall's ear twitched as she heard other cats near by but she really wanted to bring something back to the clan. She had days and days of bad hunting and her spirit was getting low. I'll catch you sooner or later! she thought bitterly.

    Arcticdance had already organized her herbs and couldn't collect anymore. She had to wait until more had grown or there wouldn't be enough for the rest of the season. She sniffed and looked around for any kit or queen who may be sick or hurt. Even if there wasn't, she was willing to play with a kit or have a conversation with a queen. They say sometimes fun is the best medicine.

    Lightfall's ears twitched as she heard something dart off. At first she thought it was prey but the heavy paw steps told her that it was a cat. Maybe they're chasing prey she thought then shrugged. She looked around and sniffed for prey for a couple of seconds then perked her ears up. She saw a cat she recognized as Spottedclaw and decided to follow him. Soon when she was trailing him, she saw another cat come into view then the wind blew her way. She realized the cat was Snowshadow and Lightfall's whiskers twitched.

    An old tom-cat pushed his way under the undergrowth. His face showed no expression as he walked towards the small stream. He soon spotted two cats entwined together and he felt a bullet of hurt go though his heart. The gray tabby padded softly up to them. "Son, Breezepaw," He meowed and sat down solemnly. "Dreamstar has announced that it is safe for Windclan to go home." He meowed, still expressionless. He wanted his son to be happy, he really did, however he knew it wouldn't last long. Criptedfang twitched his tail and waited for a reaction.


    Plasmapaw stared at his father. This feeling of wretched hate filled his heart and he clawed at the ground. What his father was saying wasn't true, right? He didn't want Breezepaw to go away. He wished this was their clan. He wished that everything was right in the world and that there was no such thing as a warrior code. "Really? or are you just trying to split us?" He kept calm, regardless of his father's presents. He had grown to despise the old cat, but he wouldn't do anything drastic.
    "No, its true. Go to camp and see for yourself." Criptedfang meowed then continued. "It's time for your illusion to end."

    Fiddlepaw watched from in the tree as the cat jumped at the butterfly. Emotionless, he flicked his tail and watched as she missed. It didn't surprise him when the cat had gotten stuck on the branch. He swatted at the collar on the branch then put his weight on the branch so it would lean down, hoping she would just slide off.

    Lightfall's tail twitched violently, clearly she was mad. "No, actually I haven't." She meowed, keeping her voice calm. She was always told that she had the temper of her older brother, which wasn't a complement. He was always mad. She was also easily set off. Her ears twitched as the sound of a scuffling vole came into earshot. She crouched down, suddenly calm. She patiently waited for the vole to show its nose out of the bush then she pounced at it. The vole slunk back into the bush and she swiped her paw at it, knocking it out. It regained its balance then quickly ran into a near by hole. "...No way!!" Lightfall hissed, humiliated. She really thought she'd catch something that time.

    Bramblepaw stepped out of the bracken. The feel of fallen pine needles made the ground soft and he knew he was close to the Ash Pine. He wished he could smell. He always wanted to know what the scent of pine was. He perked his ears as he heard some other cats talking and stalked froward. He saw the pelt of Squirrelpaw but he couldn't identify the two warriors. He approached them, his tabby pelt contrasting against the dark green and brown ground. "Hello..." He meowed shyly and pawed at the ground.

    "Hello Birdy." The black apprentice meowed dully. "I'm Fiddlepaw." he added. He swung his tail side to side. He looked at his sister and then he sat down and groomed his chest fur. "Your a pretty good jumper if you managed to make it to the branch." He meowed, still not offering much emotion.

    ooc- hears her cue


    A small lithe orange tabby she-cat walked across camp after a couple of hours of hunting. She plopped two black birds on the pile then turned to see her siblings and another cat. Her fur bristled a little thinking she was forgotten. She padded over to the group and swung her tail across Fiddlepaw's shoulders. Her tabby tail contrasted with his dark pelt. "Watch'a doin?" She asked everyone with a fake smile. She had always been know for overreacting in every situation. Her brother, Fiddlepaw was the quiet, nonreactive sibling and Dapplepaw blabbered a lot in her opinion.