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"Whoever climbs the tree and catches a squirrel first, wins!" Bluefrost meowed excitedly.
Rainfeather began to drift off, her flank rising and falling at the same time as Stormcloud's. Eventually, her eyes drifted closed, her muzzle rested on his side.
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"Well then, we need to get Heatherheart ready for vigil," she meowed.
TIMESKIP!
After the clan had said their goodbyes to Cloudear and Heatherheart and they had been buried, Mapleclaw lay wide awake in her nest. The news of the she-cat unsettled her and she didn't know if she could sleep. Eventually, she slid into a restless sleep.
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Accepted! Her mentor will be Amberflash
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Fallingstream flicked her tail and headed into the warrior's den, ready to go to sleep. She flopped onto the soft spongy moss and quickly drifted off.
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All accepted! Crescentia, do you mind if I make Tidalwave the medicine cat?
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OOC: Rainbow Kittens, Junior Mints are a candy... X)
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Name: Aspenkit Aspenpaw Aspenfeather
Age: 2 moons
Gender: She-cat
Looks: A light amber long-furred she-cat with white ears, paws, tail and underbelly and green eyes.
Rank: Kit
Bio: Aspenkit is a very cheerful and friendly she-cat and sometimes meddlesome. She loves adventure and playing around
Extra: Marblekit and Willowkit are her siblings
Name: Marblekit Marblepaw Marblepelt
Age: 2 moons
Gender: Tom
Looks: A tawny colored tom with vibrant blue eyes
Rank: kit
Bio: Marblekit is more reserved than his littermates. He is very responsible and respectful to his clanmates and extremely loyal.
Extra: Aspenkit and Willowkit are his siblings
Name: Willowkit Willowpaw Willowheart
Age: 2 moons
Gender: She-cat
Looks: A light gray tabby she-cat with white paws
Rank: Kit
Bio: She takes after her sister. She is mischievous a and adventurous, which tends to get her into trouble occasionally.
Extra: Aspenkit and Marblekit are her littermates
Can Someone roleplay their mom?
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Can Shadowclaws be Graypaw's mentor, Halfclaw?
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Bluefrost leaped up after him. "Hey! That's not fair!" she shouted playfully and scrambled up the branches, scenting for a squirrel. She found one six branches up and began launching herself up the trunk, bark spraying down underneath her.
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Scarletblaze waved her tail happily at Duskwind and Winterlight.
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Accepted and is her name Featherdust or Featherwind?
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A gray she-cat with matted fur and yellow eyes stepped out of the bushes. "Yellowfang!" Mapleclaw breathed, relieved to see the old medicine cat. "Mapleclaw, be careful of the cat you cannot see, for they are taking everyone slowly away from you and your clanmates," Yellowfang meowed. "I know. But who is this cat? Why are they doing this?" Mapleclaw asked. "That is all I can tell you, young one. Beware." Her last word echoed in her mind and Yellowfang slowly faded away, the starlight in her fur getting dimmer and dimmer. Mapleclaw shot up, breathing heavily. Everyone? she thought worriedly.
Grievous sat in the shadows of the hollow near a bramble bush that smelled of milk and kits. Her yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness as she watched the little kit known as Dovekit sleep. She licked her lips hungrily, her tail tip flicking slightly.
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Should we start roleplay again?
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Fallingstream and Rainbow looked up at Fallenstar, waiting for all the kits.
Aspenfeather and Frost sat next to each other. Aspenfeather felt a surge of excitement. What is I mentor one?
Nightshade and Kahn waited expectantly. Kahn rolled his eyes at Snowkit. Kits were so immature.
Shadowleaf and Flame glanced at each other, Shadowleaf chuckling slightly.
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"Yeah. It was pretty big, too. At least three warrior's dens altogether," Aspenfeather meowed. "I'm glad I went out early today. Someone could've gotten hurt."
Frostpaw stood, grumbling as he padded over to the herb storage.
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Grievous narrowed her eyes as Waspsting padded past. She backed further into the bushes and continued to watch Dovekit
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Frostpaw rolled his eyes and switched the places. Mumbling under his breath, he continued to sort the herbs.