Posts by Rainsparrow

Character Name:Brightfoot

Gender:She-cat

Clan{if any}:Riverclan

Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe):Warrior

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):A light cream colored she-cat with a feathered tail and amber eyes

Personality: She's a sweet young she-cat that is always with her littermate Furystorm if she can help it. She's intelligent and will mostly spend her time trying to get her brother out of trouble.

History(Not needed):

Well Two of my cat's from Riverclan might be god for this. First would be Brightfoot, who would be the she-cat:

Character Name:Brightfoot

Gender:She-cat

Clan{if any}:Riverclan

Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe):Warrior

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):A light cream colored she-cat with a feathered tail and amber eyes

Personality: She's a sweet young she-cat that is always with her littermate Furystorm if she can help it. She's intelligent and will mostly spend her time trying to get her brother out of trouble.

History(Not needed):

and then her brother Furystorm, who wouldn't really approve of a relationship like this, but couldn't say anything since he's in a forbidden relationship himself:

Character Name: Furystorm

Gender: Tom

Clan{if any}: Riverclan

Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Warrior

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):

Brown tom with bright blue eyes

Personality: He lives on the edge, which is what normally gets him into trouble with other clans, and his own.

History(Not needed):

Hope that's good :)

Alright, just let me know when we get started on all of this

Soulkit jumped up, racing over to Pinepaw. She prodded the sad cat with a paw and mewed softly.

"You didn't lose your friends Pinepaw! Promise!" She gave another mew and then swiped her paw over her tiny ear.

"I think Fleetpaw was just worried about us getting eaten!" She meowed again. "I'm still your friend!"

Sure, sounds just fine to me.

"Come on Brightfoot, you have to keep up." Mewed Furystorm as the young she-cat stood just a few paces behind him. Brightfoot padded on quite slowly, looking around for any signs of trouble.

"That's your very problem Furystorm. You move to fast. You can miss anything. Attack patrols, badgers, prey-" She stopped to see a lone cat sprawled out on the grass. He didn't smell of any of the clans, and he had a totally different scent clinging to him.

"Or lazy furballs." She muttered. Furystorm could have been warned...if he wasn't already ten or more tail lengths ahead of her. She walked over and prodded the cat with one creamy paw.

"Hey you, you know you should get out of here. You're lucky I don't claw your fur off, if Furystorm comes back here..." She didn't even want to think about it. She was willing to give him a chance to get out, since she was a bit too sweet to let a loner get murdered by her brother or some other Riverclan patrol, especially when he wasn't doing anything.

Brightfoot looked curiously around for Furystorm. Unfortunately her final brother Runningflash had been killed a couple of moons ago, he would have been able to get this cat moving and out of the territory without fighting him like Furystorm would.

"Because," She mewed, still looking carefully at the surroundings. "I don't want to see them tear your fur off when you haven't done anything."

Brightfoot stepped back nervously as his tail had come a bit to close to her for her liking. She watched as he paced around her, tensed and ready to spring anytime he was going to try and attack her.

"They don't need an actual reason to attack you. The fact that you're on our territory is enough for them." Her meow was nervous, but the slight sweetness in the tone never left.

Brightfoot relaxed slightly, tensing only when he fell against her. She knew what he was saying was a joke, and her fur felt hot as she knew he was talking about her. Furystorm had warned her about smooth talkers, and this one was certainly one of them.

"I-I don't know what you would do in any of those situations...but..." She really didn't want to do this, but she felt as if it might get him away from their territory.

"Would you like something to eat? I could fish for you..." She offered, staring down at the small river that ran through the area.

Carefully Brightfoot padded over to the river, angling herself so her Shadow did not cast over the fish. Then her cream colored paw flew in fast, batting a silvery creature onto the floor. She ran over and killed it in one bite, taking it to the loner and dropping it at his paws.

"Eat up." She mewed softly. He did seem hungry, now that she looked at him.

Soulkit tilted her head and then mewed loudly, pushing her head against Fleetpaw's leg.

"I'm tired Fleetpaw!" She mewed. She did have a surrogate mother in the nursery, but she didn't like her. The old bat was too absorbed in her own kits to really pay attention to her anyway.

"And I've missed you." He mewed, touching his nose to hers. He had noticed the odd way she had been walking, and wondered why. Though he fought with himself if he should even ask.

"Hey Deermoon..." He said finally. "You seem to be moving slower..." He said finally, not wanting to oiffend her at all.

Brindleclaw slipped through the trees until he found his daughter. It was obvious he had heard no voice, but mewed to her.

"Dewkit! Why did you go off so far?"

(OOC: I am Really confused as to what's going on right now.)

IC: Panthersong watched the snowflakes come down. She had seen this for a few moons before, and she had always enjoyed the snow, but she also knew if leaf-bare was coming, hunting would be harder now. Though she waited for Sweetpaw to finish her hunting attempt before thinking of returning to camp.

Username:Rainsparrow
Kits name:Rabbitkit/paw/light
Gender:She-kit
Looks:
Kit number: 1
Personality: Rabbitkit is a calm kit, and she really enjoys just watching everything around her. She's obedient, does what she is told to do, docile, and often will not venture far from her nest.
Activity: Very Active, almost everyday
RP Sample:
"Furystorm padded back into camp, rather dazed at the fact he had a mate now. As he made his way into the warriors den, Rainsparrow stopped him.

"And where have you been all afternoon? It's moonhigh!" She meowed, Otterstep and their Furystorm's brother Runningflash coming to sit by her side.

"Sorry, there was a lot of prey to be caught by the river." He mewed, thankful that he had actually managed some fish to feed the clan. Rainsparrow got up and stalked away, giving a snort of disbelief in his words.

"She'll believe that story when hedgehog's fly." Runningflash purred, coming to Furystorm's side. Furystorm sighed and gave him a nod.

"I only wish they could sometimes."
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The next day had come and Furystorm was out on patrol with Otterstep, Runningflash, and Rainsparrow on their border that laid across from the Sunningrocks. Furystorm casted a few hopeful glances at the Sunningrocks as they went along, hoping to see any signs of Deermoon.

"You look like you've got a tick or something Furystorm, you alright?" His brother meowed, eyes half glazed with concern."

"Yup, fine, just, you know, keeping a look out for any Thunderclan furballs." He assured him."

Plots: I'm not quite sure about this yet, but she can want to walk the path of a medicine cat even if she can't (If there's already an apprentice) Though the idea with the kits going on a mission as apprentices sounds nice :)
Other:

Brindleclaw rasped his tounge over the young kits fur before picking her up by her scruff. He then sat down on the grass and placed the kit by his side, feeling her shivering as he wrapped her tail around her.

"What's wrong Dewkit?" He asked softly.

Okay, thankyou ^^ I have no problem waiting for approval~ :)

Panthersong mewed silently to Nighttail.

"You think perhaps she is nervous? I mean, I'm nervous too....maybe I should calm down?" She mewed, looking on at the mice still nibbling at the seeds.

"Yes." Panthersong mewed softly, looking at the running mice.

"Now, just keep your belly low to the ground, but not touching it. Keep your tail up, and stay downwind of prey, like Nighttail did earlier." She instructed. "Be careful of the snow too, the crunch makes it easier to hear you."

"Perfect." She mewed. "Now get it while it doesn't scent you..." She instructed.