Posts by Panda477

Novapaw began to laugh, but cleared her throat to stop.
"Well that was perfect timing," she smiled, and then slid across the ice on her feet.
"But I guess you're right, its pretty unfortunate. If we were ambushed by Blizzardclan right about now, we would have no luck."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't offend you!" Ivyfoot quickly responded, then grew curious. "A medic? Like, a medicine cat?"

Novapaw shrugged.
"It doesn't bother me."
Ooc: by the way, for the next 2 days I might not be active. Sorry.

Ooc: you guys roleplay way too early, are you vampires or something? also, I might not be too active today or tomorrow.
IC: Glass simply sat there and watched everything unfold in front of her, and raised her head, also smelling the other female. She felt a little awkward knowing this was sort of becoming a gathering now and other wolves just kept showing up. By now, she slightly wished she hadnt stopped here. She was quite comfortable earlier when she was on her own. Well, as comfortable as you could get when you're starving and coverred in mud and moss. In fact, this never would've happened if she hadn't broken the code of her old pack, but god, she didn't want to remember the blood on her paws. A pang of guilt hit her.
Well, that was the past. She needed to pay attention to what was going on now. If a pack was established here, she could start over and maybe have better luck this time.

"That sounds interesting. Where did you live before you came here?" Ivyfoot asked, ignoring the slight pang of jealousy.
She had always loved to help others and really wanted to become a medicine cat when she was younger. Although, according to Starclan, it wasn't meant to be so she trained to be a warrior.
Ooc: I might not be too active today or tomorrow. Sorry

Foxpaw's eyes met with Rustclaw's from across the clearing, and she immediantly sat up with a jolt, and padded over to the warrior. She dropped the fresh kill between them and gleamed.
"Morning!" She meowed happily.
"If you want to eat this, you can have it. I'm finished."

"I was just say IF that were to happen. Although, they do have the advantage. They're more skilled in leafbare than we are and have thicker pelts," Novapaw chimed in again.

"Surely not again?" Foxfoot asked in concern as she rushed over to the nursery.
This was frightening, even to herself, a full grown cat. She loved to play with and teach the kits fighting moves in her free time.

Here are my personal favorite artists and songs by them:
- Northern Downpour by Panic at the Disco
- Flaws by Bastille
- Hello Cold World by Paramore
- My Immortal by Evanescence
- Alice by Avril Lavinge
- Team by Lorde
And much more

"Great!" Foxpaw exclaimed, but quickly bowed her head in apology, slightly embarassed.
"Sorry. I haven't been outside since I came here as a kit. Its nice to get out once in a while. Also, I really want to figure out about
the clans besides yours. I mean, ours. Thunderclan."

Glass tilted her head to the side, confused. He was an odd one. He seemed to be having an internal war with himself from the first moment they spoke. Well, it wasn't her place to judge. Anyway, if there was nothing for her here anymore, why was she sitting there thinking?
"Well, I have no buisness being here it seems," Glass sighed awkwardly. "Nice meeting you, even if I really didn't speak. I'm Glass by the way."
And with that, she turned tail and trotted back into the cover of the forest.

Ooc: Its up to you, it doesn't matter to me.
Ic: Foxpaw followed closely behind her mentor, tail high as she listened and nodded.
"I know about Riverclan because warriors used to talk about them stealing prey, but what are the others? I forget."

Ooc: okay, that's fine. That's sort of what I picture when I'm roleplaying Foxpaw anyway.
Ic: The apprentice struggled after Rustclaw, barely making each leap. Only her tail kept her balance.
" I don't mean to sound rude, but what's the deal with Fourtrees anyway? All I know about it is that the leader goes there every few moons with a few other cats. The older apprentices are always raving about it. Sorry if I am asking too many questions, especially if they're stupid. I just really want to fit in to clan life."

Brokentime slowly walked out of the warrior's den and stretched in the sunlight, opening his mouth to yawn widely. He was hungry, which reminded him that the apprentice he used to train with, Locketpaw, had invited him to meet her for freshkill. This was great! Food and social interaction! He had talked to the other cats of course, but couldn't call any of them friends. He used to talk to locketpaw once in a while and she seemed kind enough towards him.
So, he padded towards the clearing and grabbed a magpie from the freshkill pile. Then, he glanced around through the faces of cats before he recognized her and made his way over.
"Hi," he greeted. "You wanted to see me?"

"Oh," Foxpaw answerred, half understanding. Although, she beamed at the she-cat's praise. She was also very relieved that her questions didn't seem to sound like she was a babbling kit.
As Foxpaw took a pounce onto the final rock, she only made it halfway on to the rock and had to scramble with her back paws to reach the top. She felt embarassed, and hoped that Rustclaw wouldn't say anything.
"So, are we almost there? I smell something strange."

Brokentime looked at the cats who had just shown up and smiled a greeted, but nodded and followed after locketpaw

Ooc: FoxFUR not Foxfoot. Sorry. My brain wasn't correctly functioning at that moment
IC: "Are you positive they were taken? They mightve wandered off. Those two are quite the curious pair."

Ooc: Oh my god! Bennedict Cumberbatch! *fangirls*
Ic: "Oh. I didn't quite get that....," Ivyfoot muttered awkwardly. "I'm a little slow I guess, but what made you come to Windclan?" She was genuinely curious.

Foxpaw picked up her pace and trotted along the side of Rustclaw. She had heard about ShadowClan now that she thought about it. They had always been ferocious and stubborn, and she was glad she hadn't found their camp as a kit. Not that she would be mouse brained enough to cross the Thunderpathin to their territory.
"I have another question. God, it must be torture to be my mentor. How long have the clans been here?"

Glass padded along the trees, and her ears began to prick at the sound of some wolves colliding. She scented the male from earlier and another female. She laughed to herself. That's what he got for running off blindly like had just seen a hunter.